This month in my new garden is, incredibly, all about pears. Now why is it all about pears? Come along, and I will show you.
Some of you might remember that I moved to a tiny house, in a tiny town, in the boondocks of New York State, USA. For last month's garden journal post, I had just arrived here, and not gotten a thing done, so that post was simply a look about my new acreage, which is a 50 ft by 165 ft plot, mostly taken up by house, garage, and asphalt. I didn't have much to show off in the way of my garden, because I hadn't been here more than a few days.
In that last post, I took you around the enticing northeast corner of the house to show you where my garden would be next year. Here we go around that corner again.
First up, I've added a tiny fire engine red table as an accent, and for a work space.
Lemme show you what else I got done during the month of October.
I've been awfully busy inside the house, packing up the previous owner's hoards of stuff so that I can have my stuff at my disposal. It has been stressful!
So when the November garden journal challenge was first posted, I thought "I'll have to skip this one, I have nothing to say."
Next thing I knew, I was outside taking shots of the fabulously productive pear tree on my neighbor's property, which leans over onto mine. Glorious pears by the thousands!
I'm afraid I got out there too late to show you just how abundant this tree has been. It provided pears for at least four households besides mine. One of the neighbors made pear butter, dropping off three jars for me. Another makes juice from them. The owner has eaten his fill and thrown away a great many. I've eaten them raw, poached, buttered, green, and ripe. My helper (I have a helper now - I'm turning into a mini-version of 
I also put up some pear vinegar. It's bubbling away nicely. Now that I have managed to find my jars, fermenting and canning supplies, I'll make some pear mead too. It should be nice and ready by Christmas, young and sweet, the way I like my mead.
But I haven't done nothing out there in my diminutive garden. When the garden journal challenge was posted, I got busy! I headed over to Tractor Supply to get some peat moss, humus, and a composter suitable for a tiny yard.
Boy, was that a dead end - TSC will have none of that stuff available until spring. So, I started asking around, and found someone who would provide me with a truckload of locally composted cow manure, some nice fresh rabbit droppings, and labor to help me get a deer fence and some beds ready for spring planting. I'm still hoping to get some garlic, asparagus and rhubarb in the ground, but snow flurries today have me worried that I am too late.
I've stood where I took the shot below many times trying to plan what will go where. I don't have room for chickens, but smaller quieter birds might work, so I'm thinking a flock of quail along the back fence, in a run high enough for them to fly and large enough to be happy and healthy. I'd have to trim the tree on the left down pretty low to do this. Does anyone reading this post have any knowledge of quail? Would this idea work?
In front of the quail I'd like to plant both perennial and annual fruits and veggies. Roses will give way to blueberry bushes. Yews will give way to pines and elderberries. Grass will give way to all sorts of annual veggies.
That's the dream, and I'm sticking with it.
And now for the garden selfie. It's snowing outside, so this selfie is taken inside, in my jammies, my teeth and hair as yet unbrushed. In the spirit of 
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