So my husband ordered dirt.
A lot of dirt.
I’m told it’s “four cubic yards” of dirt. Which is much more than you think it is. Here’s a video I found that proves that:
He also ordered one ton of gravel. I always thought one ton was the same as 2,000 pounds but turns out it’s actually more like 47,000 pounds. I know because John and I personally moved all of it from one place to another with a shovel. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Space
Last fall, John and I pulled a Green Acres and moved to the country. At last we would have space for all the belongings that two people can possibly accumulate before finding each other later in life. (Our stuff had exceeded the capacity of our two-bedroom apartment and filled, not one, but two large storage spaces.)
Our new home is a 1930 Craftsman with full, unfinished basement and attic. It sits on about half an acre, with a large barn in back. Half an acre may not seem like much, but to former apartment dwellers like us, it’s expansive.
More important than the physical space, though, is the mental space. We’re both creative, introverted people and we needed a place for our energy to spread out without bumping into other people on all sides.
So we moved to the country. And we had plans. So many plans. We envisioned our large lot as a kind of practice farm, where we could hone our farming skills before buying a bigger, even more remote piece of property in about five years.
Why the dirt?
It started with a garden.
My parents had a big vegetable garden, and John had one for a time as well. We wanted to set aside part of the space to grow our own veggies. We decided to build some raised beds and plant with abandon. This, of course, required that we shovel the dirt into a cart and drag it halfway across the yard, load by load, to fill the beds.
Next, we wanted a wildflower garden. I’m a sucker for wildflowers. And of course I’m going to raise bees. Obviously. So we need pollen. This meant dragging even more carts of dirt to another spot in the yard. There’s progress on that (at least in the dragging dirt department):
These two projects, along with a few smaller planting beds and some pots for seedlings, made 4 cubic yards of dirt seem like a good idea. And it was! Not only did we get all these projects off to a grand start, but we grew new muscles in the process.
We couldn’t be more excited about our shiny new farming skills. And the beans. (Especially the beans!)
And the gravel? Well that’s a subject for another post.