Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Again, re: the Garden. Sigh.


I always have such high, organized hopes for punctuality in the garden.

And yet, here is the list of things that should be planted in the garden and are not: beets, onions, potatoes, salsify, scorzonera, tendersweet cabbage, parsnips, artichokes, carrots and beans.
I am doing a good bit better than last year, in that the garden is plowed and manure has already been dumped. And I have managed to secret some peas and shallots into the back corner, and they're already coming up, and looking promising.


However, we are still waiting for the universe to dry out enough to allow the garden to be tilled, so it looks like I will end up planting around the same time as I did last year. Buh. We are giving the onions a head start, however, with a bread tray full of seedlings in the guest bedroom, and the greenhouse (should we manage to reassemble it after its horrid, depressing flop (yes, everybody - always stake your greenhouse. ALWAYS.)) should extend the season for some of the more delicate plants (red peppers this year are a tier-one mission). Not a disaster, but an annoyance, in other words. We will not suffer much for produce, but my fingernails daily complain at being too immaculate, my straw hat sits forlorn, and I come home from work only to fritter the daylight hours away watching drops fall and lurking about the barn with the cats, moody and pent-up.

Relatedly, the rain has made the front yard into a jungle still too damp to mow down. Oh my, whatever shall we do with all that grass? (Coming Soon.)

And, in the For Sale Now category (because to be sustainable, somewhat unfortunately, you have to make money) we still have a very few pigs available for 2011. Amazing pork chops included:


And an overabundance of eggs (11 a day!) has forced me to start pushing them onto the unsuspecting populace as soon as I gather some egg cartons. Gray, large, white, medium, beige, small. All incredible, and recommended to be poached over anything and everything (think spicy tomato soups, sauteed vegetables, fried rice, carbonara pasta dishes, burgers, crusty toast, dressed salads, etc...). Unwashed and untreated, like the French do, from our very own frustratingly feral chickens (their consumption of chicken feed is down to about a cup a week for the whole dozen...they seem to eat pretty much only what they forage and hunt on pasture). Anyone who doesn't mind buying eggs in paper bags is welcome to have them ASAP: $3 a dozen.


1 comment:

  1. I want your eggs so badly, if only I could come get them I'd be delighted. Shipping containers have come a long way, perhaps we could figure something out, or my resident robotics engineer, Alex http://whotraz.blogspot.com/ could build us a device to go get some eggs and bring them to Chicago.

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