The Turkey Gobbler, The Winter Storm, Spring Flowers and The Egret
I found it nearly impossible to stay inside around the desk today. In fact, once I had my first cup of coffee, I was in the garden.
I went to bed last night troubled by the bare spots in each row where the seed or start basically rotted in the ground after last week’s rain. First thing this morning, I filled all the bare spots with replacement seed. Then I hoed out what I thought would be the three final rows and planted them, blue lake beans and candy corn.
But then Frank began removing half of the fence. He had mentioned expanding the garden, but I didn’t think much about it. We’d already doubled the size of last year’s garden, and by the time Frank finished today, it’s now triple last year’s size.
As I planted rows of half runners and sundowner corn, Frank went to the store for milk and bread — and came home with a dozen sweet pepper plants and half a dozen cabbage starts. We got the peppers in, and the expanded fence replaced around the garden before dark.
We’ve already begun collecting and purchasing canning jars and lids, knowing, come harvest time, they’ll be at least 25% higher in price. Of course, I have most of last year’s jars, but with the garden 2/3rds larger, I suppose I’ll need more jars.
Likely, most of the corn and the beans we will sell the surplus at the farmer’s market this fall. Imagine, fresh half runners, blue lake and tenderette beans. Right now though, I feel I could eat all that corn myself. I can’t WAIT to get a taste of garden fresh corn — or a bite of the garden’s first ripe tomato.
Still we have planted no melons, cukes, or squash, and have decided that only an entirely separate garden will do. We must have cucumbers, as I learned to make pickles last year, and just this month, my father-in-law bought me a beautiful huge pickling crock at an antique store. (Yes, I’ll definitely need more jars.)
I hope to freeze most of the corn, although I’m not sure how I’ll run this winter on freezer room. I’m hoping to pack the freezers with deer meat this fall, after learning that many of my stomach issues were caused by commercially processed red meat.
I’ll also have a full refrigerator hopefully, as soon as we get the new laying hens — hopefully to arrive this weekend.
But the chickens — they’re a whole other story.
Which I’ll share with you soon enough.
I suppose, knowing that I will be posting pictures from my gardens all season long, I should give a “before” picture or two.
This is the vegetable garden, doubled in length this year, so half the fence isn’t up yet. At this point, the ground has been disked, but not tilled.
This is my “Columbine Bed.”Â The Columbine I dug from the woods are starting to bloom, but the store-bought ones aren’t even close. The day lilies will bloom about the time the other columbine come out. Also, in this garden, but not shown here are: Bearded Iris, Hibiscus, Spirea, Coneflower and Lavender.
The plow is one of the original horse plows on the farm. The bird bath came from my mother’s house last year when she moved to her condo, and the archway is from our wedding — eight years ago this month. (I just got it back of of the box last year.)
What I like is that this garden is less than six years old. And I almost have it planted now so that it has something blooming in it all season long. I’ll be posting pictures from this bed often throughout the season.