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By Penny Stine
Monday, March 28, 2011
The garden is more my hobby than my husband’s, but he’s a good sport and helps me every spring when I decide to expand and create an even bigger area for gardening. I think he does it because he knows it will mean less grass for mowing. Plus, he really loves fresh tomatoes and we’ve yet to find the perfect place to grow them in our yard.
As you can see by the photo, I decided to expand one of my front yard gardens and bring it all the way to the street. This photo was taken after Kent rototilled the new area for me.
Next step in creating my potager, I got a can of marking spray paint and sprayed where I wanted the pathways in the garden to be. After taking a look at last year’s garden in full bloom, I realized I may as well have planted in rows, since that’s what it looked like I’d done at the end of summer. So this year, I made sure to make oddly shaped planting beds that would give me the wild look I love.
While I was creating pathways, the neighbor kids were curious and asked me why I was spray painting my yard. I explained about the pathways and urged them not to try this at home.
Last year, some of my beds were too small. I may have made some of my beds this year too big. I figure I can always strategically place a few square-foot paving stones if I need places to step.
Friday, I had two yards of rosy quartz trail mix delivered for pathways. We were getting six yards of gravel delivered Saturday morning for a parking area out by the street, so we tried to create all the pathways Friday evening before it got too dark. Plus, we wanted to lay weed barrier down where the parking area would be so we weren’t constantly killing grass in the parking area.
The pathways were in by Friday night, and we had enough trail mix left over to throw some down on some of last year’s pathways. I was cheap last year and used road base gravel for pathways. I like the rosy quartz trail mix much better.
It only took two hours to spread the gravel by the street and while we were doing that, a neighbor was cutting down a diseased globe willow that blocked the western sun from the garden area and constantly dropped branches on our yard.
Then it was off to pick up a truckload of horse manure to add to the new garden, come home and shovel it and then take a picture of the end result.
Whaddya think? I’m pretty happy with the new space, except that if I can’t grow decent tomatoes this year, I’ll have to concede that I’m just a lousy gardener, because finally, I’ve got a really great garden area.
By Penny Stine
Friday, March 25, 2011
Don't you hate it when you're on the cutting edge of a hot new trend and you don't even know it?
It seems that while I've been piddling around, digging in the dirt for the last decade or so, trying to grow a decent tomato and keep the lettuce from bolting so I can have just one perfect BLT in the summer, I've been riding the wave of a movement. Yes, the hot new trend that I didn't know I've been part of is referred to as urban farming or urban homesteading. Our very own Richie Ashcroft has joined the movement (you don't have to pay dues or declare allegiance - sticking some seeds in the ground and hoping they grow is good enough) and tells the story of her first foray into animal husbandry here in "Haute Mamas."
For a look at some serious urban homesteaders, check out this movement, they're a family that decided to homestead in the city. They bought a run-down house in Pasadena, California and turned it into a micro-farm. They go a little farther than I care to, since their urban farm includes goats, and my life will be complete and full if I never have to milk another goat in my life, but it makes for interesting reading.
I've got no plans to get chickens or ducks on my urban farm, but I'm expanding my potager this weekend and will have photos of my efforts next week. If I can lift a camera to take them, since the upcoming weekend workout includes shoveling two yards of trail mix for garden pathways, six yards of gravel for parking area, and one truckful of manure. Whoever said gardening was a leisure activity???
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I never knew gardening could be fun. When I was a young, I grew up on a farm in Loma where my mother was not fond of gardening or chickens! She had her hands full cooking for the hired help every day. During hay or beet season she would get up early in the morning, make breakfast for the six of us, clean the dishes, start lunch for all the men working in the field, clean the dishes, throw in a couple loads of laundry, make dessert for the next day, and start cooking for dinner. A few planters of petunias was all the gardening she had time for.
My Grandma Beede worked harder than I have never seen ANYONE work. She was widowed in her 40s with a homestead and four children, one only two years old. Fortunately, she was a forward thinking woman and had a degree in home-ec. She got a job teaching at the Loma Elementary School, made sure the farm was taken care of, gardened and baked for the WHOLE community. Any holiday brought stacks of cookies and candies all over her house, on beds, on couches and on any other flat surface that wasn't the floor.
This picture is of my Grandma and Grandpa (taken sometime around 1940, before their fourth child came along) with my Aunt Margaret, Aunt Joyce and my dad.
We lived across Q Road from her and visited her daily. The garden was where I saw her work the hardest. With sweat pouring off her face she would work in the hot sun all day with a long sleeve shirt, pants and a straw hat. All I wanted to do was stay as far away from that garden as possible. I would help her bake in the kitchen, (which I am sure I was more trouble than I was worth), but don't EVEN ask me to go out to that sweat shop of a garden.
When I had children the farmer genes sprang out and I wanted a garden. My husband would always say, "No, we have way too much going on for a garden," and we did. We had baseball, softball, soccer, gymnastics, piano, etc. etc. The kids grew up and we had more time for gardening.
Now, however, I am disappointed that my children never experienced what a joy it is to grow your own food. I wish they could have eaten peas and strawberries right out of the garden, and I wish they had been able to taste a salad made with ingredients they grew themselves. They both want to live the big city life in concrete sky scrapers. Makes me feel like a failure!!
My hope is those farming genes that got me gardening are alive and well in them and someday their children can eat peas while they play in garden dirt.
By Penny Stine
Monday, March 21, 2011
If you’re tired of reading about my attempts to whip my garden into shape, then join our blog and write a few entries yourself. Otherwise, read below for the continued saga of my struggle against the evil grass that wants to take over the world.
As I wrote last month, I hate grass. It grows beautifully where you don’t want it (note how lush and full the grass is here in my strawberry bed) but grows spotty in places where you’d like it to be worthy of a golf course.
On one of my frequent visits to Bookcliff Gardens, I asked about ways to get rid of grass without killing everything in a bedding area and starting over. They pointed me in the direction of this little bottle from Fertilome. It’s supposed to kill just the grass, not fruit, flowers or vegetables.
It was pricey… I can’t remember exactly, but I’m thinking it was more than $40 for this bottle of concentrate. This is a concentrate, however, and mixes eight gallons of spray. One gallon is supposed to cover 1,800 square feet. The grass killer must be used with horticultural oil, which Bookcliff conveniently carries.
I mixed the grass-be-dead and the oil in my gallon sprayer bottle and off I went in search of offensive grass: You have to wait for the grass to come out of its dormant stage and be green, but since I had lots of green grass in my strawberry beds and along the edge of the new garden area, I found plenty of target areas to spray.
I used up the entire gallon of spray. Don’t know if the area was 1,800 square feet or not, since I was wandering all over my yard with my sprayer, eager to pounce on any errant blades of grass growing where I didn’t want them.
I will update in another week or two to report on the success of my grass-killing mission. I’m hoping it didn’t damage the iris, yarrow, chives or vinca that are also starting to come out of the dormant stage, but are completely overshadowed by all the stinkin' grass.
Yes, I know I’m no longer an organic gardener, but I refuse to hang my head in shame. I’ve pulled more grass than seven herds of sheep, and that was just last year.
By Penny Stine
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Everly Brothers got nuthin’ on me. Now that the weather is teasing us occasionally with promises of spring and hints of gardenable weather, my imagination is soaring. I want to plant! I want to harvest! I want to eat delicious food, picked right in my front yard!
I’d really like to stay home and cheer on my seedlings and turn my compost or plant something else in the garden, but those pesky utility providers and grocery stores expect to get paid. In actual cash. And gas isn’t getting any cheaper, so I’ve got to earn a paycheck.
In the meantime, I allow myself to daydream about the wonderful food I’ll eat once everything is producing. I Googled pineapple tomatillos and found an incredible pineapple tomatillo salsa with ginger, limes and cilantro. The recipe called for plain tomatillos and included fresh pineapple, but I’m willing to try it with pineapple tomatillos.
But mine aren’t quite ready for picking. If you look real hard, you can see them just starting to sprout. Last year I grew Cisneros and purple tomatillos, and I don't remember them taking so long to sprout. I hope the pineapple tomatillos are as prolific as the ones I planted last year because I really want to try that salsa.
I found a mouthwatering recipe for a pasta sauce with Sun Gold tomatoes, chives and basil. But I don’t think I’ll be harvesting tomatoes for at least another few months.
I found an exotic idea for pickled cucumbers with perilla leaves, but I haven’t even got my perilla seeds in the mail yet! I’m pretty sure you’ve got to plant the seeds before you can use the leaves.
In the meantime, all I can do is dreee-eee-eamm, dream, dream, dream.