It was wondering why, every time I hoe the vegetable garden, I come up with stones the size of potatoes. I have long since learned to ignore smaller ones. When I come up with these larger stones, I throw them underneath the hawthorn hedge on the eastern border of the garden. Actually, I throw all stones that annoy me when gardening under the hedge.
The soil here at Whitelees is quite good. In fact, I bet you would envy me if you saw the black, loamy richness of this soil. It is well drained, slightly acid and very black and lovely. Anything will grow in this soil. Don't leave your spade or garden fork stuck in the ground for to long . . . .
HOWEVER, we have an inordinate number of stones.
It dawned on me the other day and I don't know why it hadn't come to me before. Knowing just enough about the geology of the area to be dangerous I have come to the conclusion that the reason we have so many small stones here in the Whitelees garden is that I am gardening on a moraine. I haven't figured out what sort of moraine it might be, probably a terminal moraine. But that's what it is.
It means that even though I've got a generally good soil structure, it is full of stinkin rocks! It only really bothers me when I am weeding and I am running into the peak weeding season now.
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