As we dug in the east planter—the first planter we built, two years ago—I noticed that the soil has achieved a dense, solid feel and attained a deep, dark color.  It is almost black, like the soil we saw in the Black Dirt Region of New York, near Pine Island (see October 1, 2011).  At just over two years of age, the soil in this planter is still very young and it is heartening to see that it is improving.  Hopefully, we will see more rapid improvement than our farmer friend, Jay (see June 9, 2012), who waited eight years before he was satisfied with his soil.

Also, after finishing up in the east planter, we decided that the seedlings that have not been transplanted (and which we still hope to give away) need not go back inside the house at the end of the day.  After all, had they made the cut (or had we had the space) and been relocated in the garden, they would be spending their first night outside tonight anyway.  We’ll leave them on the back porch until their foster parents (whomever they turn out to be) retrieve them.  The indoor growing apparatus has thus gone dark for the year (and looked a bit lonely).