They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
The quest for the perfect variety of pickling cucumber for our microclimate continues. This one (Wisconsin SMR 58, from St. Clare Seeds) doesn't seem to enjoy the heat very much. It has started to become quite wilted. Still producing a few small cucumbers though, but nothing like the volume we had hoped for. By contrast,… Continue reading Cucumber, Hubbard and Crabapple
Wednesday night after work I took the three younger kids to the farm to plant out our cucurbits. Mommy and Evie stayed home to finish a school paper and pressure can some ham stock. Mommy and Daddy had an Anniversary Trip planned for the weekend, so no one was going to be home to baby… Continue reading Planting out Cucurbits and Moringas
Daddy got off orders for National Guard last Saturday. Winnie was pretty much glued to him the whole day. The garden has been growing like crazy for the last two weeks. The beans that were so slow to start have been coming in buckets. Mommy picked ten quarts worth last week. Daddy and Winnie picked… Continue reading Back in the Garden
Evie and Daddy planted cucurbits last Thursday (Holy Thursday). Four or Five different varieties of winter squash, with two varieties of pumpkin and three rather scrawny looking cucumbers and two absolutely emaciated melons. (We have never had a good melon harvest. I am about ready to give up on them.) It has been unseasonably dry,… Continue reading Cucurbits in the Garden.
Cold, blustery, rainy, gray. Typical early April day in the Pacific Northwest. But inside the cold frames, it is plenty warm enough to start some seeds.
Little Farm in the Big City 