In which the garden is going crazy, and we are happy with that
This is the garden I dreamed of when we moved to Haiku Farm.
|Sunflower? or Triffid?|
It's taken four years to get to a "brag-worthy" garden. Four years of amending the soil with leaves, stall cleanings, kitchen waste and chicken fertilizer.
|Santa Jim was up on the rooftop yesterday (practicing?)|
so he snapped a picture of the garden. From this distance,
it looks almost well-behaved!
There hasn't been any science to it. I don't test the PH of the soil, or any of that.
|Cucumbers (future pickles)|
We literally just keep dumping sh*t in.
|Green and purple beans|
And the rewards for our casual caretaking:
|13 quarts each: garlic dill pickles and canned beans!|
Last spring the feed store had a bin of "fingerling seed potatoes" on sale. "Prolific producers" said the sign, and that's what I look for. So I bought a half-pound of fingerling seed potatoes, and planted them.
|Those don't look like "fingers" to me.|
Looks to me like a totally different body part--
and the garden is FULL OF THEM.
I'm pretty sure "prolific" is not quite the right word. "Run-amok" seems more precise.
|This is a 40-gallon wheelbarrow, and these aren't all the potatoes--|
at least 4 more plants are still in the garden,
happily buried under pumpkin vines.
I'll have to harvest them in October when the vines die back!
And, of course, there's the annual Zucchini Problem. We take zukes with us everywhere, handing them out as "hostess gifts" to the people we visit.
|Chef Jason is up to the Zucchini Challenge:|
he sliced 'em thickly and grilled 'em like steaks.
|Today's backyard scramble: potatoes, beans, zukes.|
It's what I've always wanted.