The curious thing about that headline is the implied equation or ratio contained within it, which is one day:one raised bed. Going back in time, that presents a problem. On Wednesday, I built no raised beds. (But we did plan to build several dozen more. Does that count?) But on Tuesday, I built two de facto raised beds. The two days before that, I had built none. But last Saturday, I helped build over one hundred! Of course I’m just overthinking this, and it’s all pretty silly.
Today, though, I did build a raised bed, and this time, it wasn’t even at my house. The bed is over at ALBA School, a bilingual Spanish/English elementary fine arts-focus school located at 32nd Street and Mitchell Ave. (That’s the Burnham Park neighborhood, by the way.) My friend and neighbor Tina teaches kindergarten there, and for two years now, she’s had this vision of a garden in the front yard there. Today, that vision was realized—in part, anyway. Today, we built one bed, which you can see here:
Raised bed aficionados will note that the bed is not completely full of soil. Especially now that I’ve pointed it out. Indeed, the soil that’s in this bed came from the remains of “Mount Dirtmore,” the huge pile of dirt that existed behind our house for a short time last year.
Strangely, I have no pictures of Mt. Dirtmore, save for a few of this adorable six-year-old who briefly claimed it as her own.
So, the great heap of ten cubic yards of dirt became the filling of the five, then six, then eight or nine raised beds at our house. And about a yard and a half or so migrated west to Mitchell Street, and became the basis of the ALBA School’s first plot.