Okay, now that I’ve dumped a significant share of the leaves that flow down the street in a year onto Blueberry Hill and mud-mortared in another course of stones to the retaining wall I might call it a year; mud-mortar on some chicken wire to the wall and get some wild strawberries to start establishing runners there to tie it together before I start putting more weight on it (also the way it’s constructed the pile has kinda a void in the middle so as it settles it should fill that in rather than pushing out)
Alright, the small converted-house (and randomly Black-owned, Portland is pretty white) nursery in walking distance specializes in native plantings and is gonna have wood strawberries for planting in February
