Erectile Permaculture Cleptomania!

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Responding to the thrusting, insistent demands of my progressively erectile sweet peas, I finished the vine trellises on the back of my two square foot gardens today, one of 3/4" electrical conduit and the other of bamboo. I then continued moding the two 4'x'4' boxes I pilfered from a defunct hardware store to become polycultures,which I'd like to get planted before it gets too hot. This will bring me up to 48 sq. ft, which should be enough to feed myself and bring something to the Sunset Valley Farmer's Market, which by happy, stupid coincidence is within easy biking distance.

Of course, this would require finding my seeds. I can find my seeds, can't I?

Sure I can.

The pursuit of this and other goals mandated another exciting midnight return to Construction Site X. The "topsoil" mountain I climbed yesterday turned out to be caliche, which is Mexican for "nothing grows there." However, I found a large mound of sand, which could be handy, and Mt. Mulch was still there. I proceeded to fill the 4'x4' bed with mulch, then Bogarted another 5 bags full of it, plus another box of holey limestone.

I need to actually start USING some of this landscaping material to do some, say, *landscaping*. I'm running out of room to store it all.