January is a pretty dead month mostly but for the end. This is when I mine my compost pile and distribute its bounty throughout.
The compost pile is just four steel fence stakes in a rectangle driven into the ground, surrounded by a 4x6 mesh fence. At one corner you bend it so you can open it. I open mine last week January, so did it. I got ten 5 gallon buckets of black compost. The stuff that hasn't broken down separates itself pretty cleanly as you dig through the pile with a pitchfork and a shovel. Then you pitch back in the stuff that's still decroding, piling new leaves and cuttings and orange peels and what not until next January. I put six buckets on the back garden and the other four under the dwarf maple out front.
I'm going for snow peas early. Chard and basil for sure. Now's the time to give thought to those thoughts.
CDFingers
End of January: Garden
1Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire, like a diamond-eyed Jack
like a one-eyed Cheshire, like a diamond-eyed Jack