Monthly Archives: January 2008

Eggs?

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We’ve got them! This is a week’s worth of hoarding for us. We had a big celebration for a little girl (she’s now four) and that meant brunch for lots of people on Sunday. Oh, and eight of these beauties went into the birthday cake.

Phyllis, she of the hawk attack, is obviously laying again: hers are the pretty greenish eggs. She’s an Ameraucana mix.

And oh, the poor things: today’s another day where I’m so happy I insisted on building the girls a large coop…it’s 9* out and they SO do not want to go outside into the ice and snow and howling winds.  And again I am so glad I was too lazy to put a concrete floor in there for them!  I dug up some of the bedding (there’s about a foot of the stuff in there) for them to scratch the ground inside their coop.  It keeps them happy even though they’re quite literally cooped up today.

On cold

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Wow, did we miss these

Well! I can honestly report that one cannot pluck one’s greenhouse veggies all year long (as I had hoped). Sometimes a deep freeze messes with your plans.

It’s been cold here; it’s been cold most places in the northern/eastern portions of this country. It got down to -3* one night last week; really flipping cold, in other words. Good news in the greenhouse: the lowest air temperature in there was 18*. Which means the lowest it was in the beds themselves was probably 25*…cold enough to freeze the water within your cell walls if you were a resident plant. And so, I didn’t do any plucking or picking for a week (with the exception of the parsley; can’t cook without it); I let things hibernate.

Instead, I had a very Scarlett O’Hara moment on Tuesday when I brought my sharpest produce knife into the outside gardens and sawed the frozen heads off of two collards. I was ACHING for greens, deep-freeze or no. They weren’t bad, very mild, and it fixed my need for leaves. But it underscored for me that the new greenhouse must be fully planted with the kale and collard crops that we need to accompany our bean-y winter fare.

Of course, our cold and snow never hang around long here. Today’s highs will be around 45*, low 35*, so it will be sloppy soon with all that melting snow. Yesterday, though, was nice and sunny so we finally got a great, big, welcome salad out of the greenhouse. Sigh!

On seed-starting

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Help! I can’t find my porch for the seedlings!

Even though I am the most gung-ho of gardeners, I do have a secret. I dislike indoor seed-starting.

I am not sure if it’s all the indoor dirt, or the fact that our cats find potting soil and/or little seedlings amazingly intriguing, or if it’s simply such an easier process to plant the darned seeds out in the garden but…this is not my proudest hour.

Check the last date of expected frost in your area. Now, go back 8 weeks, and this is the date when you should start your heat-loving seeds like tomatoes, peppers and eggplant. (Whew. I have a ways to go yet.) Look at that date again, and go back further for the slow-growers like the whole onion family. SIGH. THAT’S what I am looking at this weekend: I need to plant some alliums!

I’m not going to belabor my seed-starting process here. Let’s just say anything that can hold water can hold soil, so you can quite easily recycle all those cottage cheese and yogurt tubs you have destined for the recycling bin. My favorite thing to start them in are those big clear plastic boxes that organic salads come in: my MIL has been storing these for me all winter, and I have quite a stash from years past. So it’s a motley crew of containers wherein the seeds get started at Chez El.

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Mylar blanket behind the salad stuff starting in the garage last year (yes, that’s metal stuff I pulled out of the garden below: love old farmers and their notion of “garbage heap”

My other secret is the use of mylar blankets to multiply the wimpy light of the fluorescent shop lights I use to grow the seeds. These are the reflective plastic “emergency” blankets you can find fairly easily in the camping or car section of your favorite big box store: they’re pretty cheap (about $2). I put them under the seeds and tent them over the light to keep a warm and bright little area for them.

Once they get big enough, I move the seedlings to my front porch. It’s a winterized porch, but we don’t have heat out there; if it’s expected to get really cold out there, I put an electric heater out there to keep the room above freezing. Not toasty, in other words.

What about the greenhouse, El? Well! It’s in there I will be starting all the cold-loving things like lettuces and cole crops. I won’t be starting them for another month or more, though. (Oh: and those crops? They’ll be started in the ground.)

Oi! Help me find my greenhouse!

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We got slammed with a lot of snow yesterday…maybe 16″ total.  I took this at 2:30 and we were expecting another 6″. Life in the snowbelt! We didn’t even expect this!

I had to dig out the chickens twice.

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Verloe says “Help! We’re stuck in the condo!”

More obstacles to gardening: Family members

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She’s her daddy’s girl (she hates tomatoes) but she’s her mama’s girl too (she keeps trying to like them)

Ali asked me about how my wacky vegetables are received, because her husband doesn’t appreciate her Black Krim tomatoes on looks alone. (To be fair, I believe it was George Carlin who once said that the insides of tomatoes are somehow stuck in pupal stage: the darned things just don’t look, uh, done yet, and that might be people’s biggest hurdle in eating them.) Well, no secret here to those who know him, but MY husband is probably one of the bigger gardening obstacles out there. His food issues are legion. Since he married me, thankfully, these issues are at least not growing in number.

So, how goes the skirret, El? How did you get your toddler to eat beets, or frisee? How did you persuade that husband to try cardoon? What tricks did you employ to make Brussels sprouts and kohlrabi palatable to a two-year-old’s palate? How is it your three-year-old became a thief of peas?

Exposure. Exposure, and a really tough stance as the cook: This is all I’m serving, so you better eat it.

To be honest, really young children are simply amazingly curious, and turning them loose in the garden is one fabulous way to nurture this intrinsic curiosity. She helps me plant the things, is the quick answer; she helps me harvest them, too. She helps with preparation (within reason: she will quite readily gorge herself on cucumbers or green beans so that she’s got no room for dinner). So kids (in my book) are easy. I have never made or served “baby food” to the kid. She has always eaten what we eat, hot and spicy or rich and creamy or, dang it all, crunchy. No babying the baby here!

Tom, though, is a puzzle. There are so many rules. So I have attacked this problem with a counteroffensive of my own rules. You must eat at least two bites of it is rule one. You must never show your distaste for it in front of the kid is rule two. In compromise, I will try to mix things up or mask them heavily with garlic if I think they will be offensive to him. (Garlic and salt are great levelers in this household.) And I promise to never serve a raw tomato.

On obstacles to gardening

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More greenhouse parsnips from 2006 seed

It occurred to me, when I wrote my latest seed-saving post, that I mentioned an obstacle to seed-saving that might just stop some of you from doing it altogether. There is a very human tendency to glom on to a problem first and decide, forthwith, that this problem is insurmountable, so, well, I won’t seed-save. I say, get over it.

So I would like to talk about the concept of “obstacle” as it seems to be such a hindrance to so much in our lives. The particular obstacle I mentioned in re: seed-saving is the separation required between plants to result in pure (unadulterated) seed. Well, dang: the way to get around that is to only allow one variety, say, of carrot to blossom, and then make sure you keep its wild cousin, Queen Anne’s lace, mowed down during flowering season. Or, just be like me and don’t care.

There are so many other quasi-urban legends out there that somehow stop us from doing decent gardening. Urban gardeners might become spooked from planting anything edible in their yards because they have heard that many urban soils are lead-filled brownfields. A soil test or four will confirm or deny this: then, go plant out some raised beds with imported dirt and use lots of homemade leaf mold and compost and (non-chemically-treated) grass clippings…and do some research about which plants might be more prone to taking up ground-borne dangers. Then research lead sensitivity, period: it’s infants through 8 year olds who are the most sensitive. If you live in an old (pre-1978) house, you should get your children’s blood checked for lead levels anyway; there’s much more of a risk of exposure living in a house with flaking window paint than there ever will be than with the few carrots you’ll pull out of an urban garden.

And then there’s the I-can’t-have-a-rainbarrel-because-of-my-asphalt-shingle-roof fear. Well, how old is that roof? The ones on our outbuildings are 40 years old (yep; time for a change, anyone have a spare $20K they wanna give me?) so I don’t have much worry. So, is there something there there? Well, there might be, if the roof is new, and/or you’re downwind from a coal-burning power plant (how about some heavy metals in your rain, folks?) but in general I don’t understand how people can honestly think that fresh rainwater from a rainbarrel will somehow poison your veggies to inedible levels. The key here, of course, is FRESH. Don’t let the water steep in the barrel like tea if you’re at all concerned.

And I guess that brings me to the crux of my rant. I finished reading Michael Pollan’s latest book about a week ago. It is an indictment, rather scathing, of the way we eat. (I’ve blathered on about Pollan for a long time now. I appreciate the man because his Bullshit-O-Meter is finely tuned.) With all these “obstacles” to home-grown vegetable production, people still somehow blindly trust the contents of their grocery stores. Do you have any IDEA how those things were grown? Sure, it might even say it’s organic, but… Anyway, I think we have absorbed the fear and confusion we have toward our purchased food (“high fat” “trans fats” “low carb”) and have transferred that fear to gardening. We’re somehow too spooked by some unseen unknown (lead in soil, cooties in rainwater, cross-pollination) to dare to plant a bean.

All I am saying is be educated, and exercise some common sense. Evaluate the risk against the reward. But even if there’s nothing scary in front of you, don’t let something stop you: most likely, you have the keys available to you (soil tests, etc.). And you will find your home-grown veggies will still be better than anything you could ever buy. They’ll be more nutritious, certainly; they’ll be fresher, they’ll just plain taste better. What’s the risk in that?

On seed-saving (again)

So! ‘Tis the season for seed purchases. It’s such a positive and looked-forward-to time of year: the season of Paper Gardening. But while you’re noodling about with your paper plans, maybe this year you can try something different, too: Maybe you can save the seeds of this year’s harvest.

I feel compelled to do another post about seed-saving. It’s something I kind of really got into about 3 years ago, and now, well, now I only order about 20 new seed packets a year (which seems like a lot…but it is not, trust me). It kind of drove me nuts that I had this hobby (gardening) which required an annual maintenance fee (seed purchases), so the tightwad in me thought there must be another way. And there is.

There are a lot of books out there that cover this topic. My favorite is the Suzanne Ashworth’s Seed to Seed, as it really gives you the local lowdown on how easy (or hard) it might be to save a particular seed in your area. (It’s a nice guide to seedGROWING, too, as it’s a pretty good botanical primer.) From simple pollination to cross-pollination, this book will give you the skinny about how much separation you should have between plants to result in “true” seed. It will also tell you what is frankly too big of a pain to try to save the seeds from: almost the whole brassica family falls into this category for me…thus, my 20 packets of seed a year.

I’ve got a lot of biennial plants that I am holding over from last season to become seed producers this year. Beets, chard, parsnips, carrots, parsley, cutting parsley, onions, shallots, scallions, leeks: they’re now lumps under the snow, but come spring, they’ll shoot into flower. I ignore them; I just plant around them when it comes to growing this year’s crops. Eventually, I will cut off the seedheads to move into the garden shed to continue drying out; the spent plants then go into the compost. By the end of summer, I usually can’t move around much in the shed: I’ve crammed it chock-full of drying things. Winter is an excellent time to deal with cleaning the seeds out and putting them away. I don’t spend valuable growing-season time shelling seeds!

You want to start simply, though? Start with beans. I have pole beans still hanging from their netting out in the garden at this minute: come spring, I will simply squeeze them out of their husks and put them under dirt once it’s warm enough. SO completely lazy! But honestly, I am a crazed bean-eater: I believe I grew 17 different varieties last year, and that wasn’t even the most I have ever grown. Per variety, I allow a few plants of bush beans to dry out in the ground, then I cut the plant (leaving the nitrogen-fixing roots in the ground) and put the plant on my ever-present screens (see photo below). Once they’re mostly dry, I remove the pods from the plants and put the pods into either lunch bags or paper grocery bags and hang them up in the shed until I have the time to shell them in December.

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Bush beans a-drying on the recycled window screens

Some things won’t come true to seed, mostly because your pollinators are busy little bees (literally, of course). Squashes and cucumbers come to mind. I still save them, mainly because I love seeing what the new plant will be (you never know: it could be a keeper). And some things just won’t come true to seed because the darned plants are a bit wild to begin with. Many chickories are this way, like these radicchio below.

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Wild thing: same seed, different looks (the one on the left is “truer” to type)

The tomato process is a bit different than just drying the things out, but it’s still pretty easy. If you compost, you probably know that it’s quite a pity we go through the trouble of planting tomato seeds in our houses in February, because, come June, the compost pile is magically full of tomato seedlings. (And I do let some of these volunteers continue to grow, even planting them out in the garden. They become the plants that I pull up by the roots and hang downstairs in the basement in October: their fruits are the youngest and freshest, and it’s in the basement they’ll continue to ripen until December.) Tomato seeds have a tough shell on them that is usually broken down mostly by the process of rotting: rotting in the compost, certainly; but intentional rotting, by squeezing a couple fleshy toms out in a jar or a bucket, adding a little water, and leaving it out to mold: in a few days, you can pour the muck into a sieve and spray out the goo and mold with your hose. Dry the resulting seeds on a piece of paper and voila, clean seed.

A lot of seed-saving, like a lot of gardening, is trial and error. I tend to doubt the efficacy of my own home-saved seed, so I tend to crowd them into the beds when I plant them out. Maybe I am a self-doubter. Who knows. Time has told me that my parsnips are reliable, no need to crowd (thanks) but the lettuces are slackers and could use some doubling up. But I will tell you this: if it goes to seed, you might as well save it! I got the best basil ever last year from my mother’s plants. She absolutely denies that basil changes flavor when it comes to seed (it does, badly) and so she regularly allows hers to flower. I told her to bring me a bunch of seedheads a year ago and dang, wow, was that some great basil.

The tightwad in me is always looking into other methods of increased farmstead yield. The Old Fart from whom we bought the farm was a lazy mower, so there are therefore lots of sapling apple trees growing near the orchard. Hmm, I think: instant root stock! I will just learn how to graft a couple decent local varieties to these roots and move them into the orchard in a couple of years. And I will therefore have something else to obsess over!

Anyway, buy open-pollinated things and save your seed. Check out the best producers in your garden, curb yourself from harvesting them, and reward them by allowing them to go to seed. It’s really quite fun, and rewarding.

On stories

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Finally, a broccoli harvest. That damned Rod Stewart song rang through my head when I was picking it: “Tonight’s the night!”

I think one of the major reasons I grow my own food is that the gardens are a veritable treasure trove of tales.

Think about it: does your dinner have a story to tell? I could bore people silly with my veggies’ tales! (And sometimes I do: you all have been recipients of a couple snoozers, surely.) But mostly, it’s the stories I tell myself. I will pull a particular bag of produce out of the freezer, or a jar of something off the shelf, and I will be reminded of its growth, of its harvest. Of how many tries it took me to actually grow something, of how puny the harvest was, or how bountiful (remembering well when I thought I could not. possibly. eat. another. tomato. last summer).

And then there’s the anticipation of a harvest that really makes a meal wonderful. I have some piracicabia and calabrese broccoli ripening in the greenhouse. When I finally harvested my first batch of it, I was a happy person.

Or then there’s the joy of the happy accident. Some of my best melons and squash were found in or near the compost heap. There’s the wonder I feel when I first pull the tiniest of potatoes from the warm earth. There’s the shock I feign when I learn my father-in-law is prone to cadging a few peas out of the garden when we aren’t home. There’s the shock people express when I bring them something and they seriously cannot believe that I grew it.

There’s the joy I have in taking people on tours of the garden and assuring them that, yes indeed, that really IS the way Brussels sprouts look when they grow.

So, yes, I’m a gardener, first of all, because I love to eat good food. I swear to you, though, the stories are a close second.

On boring blogging: a muse

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Some dangerous things in the world of botany are prickly: castor bean pods

I’m kind of going through the push-pull of blog direction that I know happens every year at this time if one writes a mostly gardening blog. I have friends from my past life (my city, pre-farm life) who drop in and read this blog and are bored silly…and admit it to me. So hmm, I think: should I write more personal information here, as that’s what they’re looking for, fully knowing they care not for my lovely greenhouse’s contents? Or should I slog on, bragging about the greenhouse (as it IS the only place things’re happening this time of year) and thus annoy the purely on-line friends who begin to think I am just all-greenhouse, all the time? Or what?

It’s just that somnambulent time of year for a gardener. I kind of go through my days dreaming green thoughts: I look out the window and it’s only white that I see, white and maybe a blue but mostly a gray sky. I think about writing about food, I think about writing about family, but both these things seem so personal and I guess I am just not too comfortable sharing “that side” of my life. Not that I don’t admire and enjoy blogs who do: in the main, that’s what’s on my blogroll.

So I readily admit that it’s going to be chickens, seeds and greenhouse for a while yet, until I get inspired (or more comfortable) otherwise. I do need to tell you about our Slow Snack; I should tell you about my co-op finds and friends; I should tell you about some new things I have discovered with bread-baking. I could trumpet my environmental bona fides and tell you about the initiatives we’ve implemented here on the homestead. But I know I disappoint my non-gardening friends. Dang, I don’t even talk about architecture here, and only occasionally about art, and nearly never about our daughter. Those things ARE my life, frankly, and my gardening and chicken-ranching are the supports of my life; the windbracing, as it were, to a whole and fruitful existence. And they might be boring to some, but they’re important…to me. And they’re important enough that it’s what I choose to blog about, to the exclusion of almost all else.

Hmm. Old friends? Just pick up the phone, or drop me an email, okay? You’ll find out a lot more about me that way.

On greenhouse maintenance in winter

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On Wednesday morning, I stuck my head in the greenhouse to see what was happening. It was mighty cold out; the night before had been nearly the coldest yet. I have to keep reminding myself that January is indeed our coldest month: even though the sun is tipping back toward the sun, earthly forces’ll keep things cool for a while yet, even if it was 80* when I seeded the beds last weekend!

I found it was indeed cold in there. The trusty thermometer was frost-covered, and registered a chilly 18* as the low the night before. And as you can see, the condensation on the inside of the plastic freezes readily when it gets really cold out and in. It was a veritable ice palace, at least until the sun warms things up.

I keep a bristle-brushed push broom in there. It’s what I use to pull the snow off the top of the house (by either poking it gently from within or pulling it down outside). I’m not worried about the snow hurting the plastic; I am just trying to let as much sun in there as possible. It IS fun poking the snow from the inside: that condensation I mentioned is usually plain old rain, and I end up getting a bit of a soak when I hit the plastic.

At this time of day on this cold day, the condensation under the Reemay has frozen, too. One should never, ever pull the Reemay off in its frozen state: you’ll end up pulling a plant leaf or two with it. It’s tough, though, not being able to take a peek! I just have to wait until late afternoon. The frost will be long gone; the salad and veggies will be quite perky and delicious by then. It’s really an interesting transformation, that change of temperature, that swing of the sun on its track of the day. Like the gardens in the summer, I just wish I could spend a whole day just sitting in there, watching things happen. It’s a pity I have other things to do.

On voting mischief

(Hey: wait. Isn’t this supposed to be a gardening blog?)

Spoilers. Michigan has a tradition of voting spoilers in presidential primaries. It’s a bit of mischief wrought for the good of one’s party: you cross the lines and vote for someone on the other ticket. Michigan’s tradition usually involves Republicans crossing over to vote for Democratic candidates, but that didn’t happen this year. There were no viable Democratic candidates except for Hillary. The estimates yesterday were that one in six Democratic voters voted Republican this year, and that two of six voted Uncommitted.

The only downside of spoiling, as I see it, is we will soon get a lot of Republican mailings in our postbox. The parties, you see, get the addresses of those who requested their ballots. (That my ballot didn’t erupt into flames in my hands is frankly surprising.) That’s okay, though: let them waste their money sending me their information. The worms need more bedding!

It’s Primary day in Michigan! You know what that means, don’t you?

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It means that tomorrow I will have lots of signs to recycle! (Yes, tomorrow. I’m not so low I would nab them today.)

Unlike in 2006, none have shown up on our property. Yet.

Fixing my dirt jones

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Out with the old (spinach), in with the new (l: Grand Rapids lettuce, r: purple kohlrabi)

I seeded some bare spots in the greenhouse this weekend. It’s funny: I am so much more of a fussbudget as a winter gardener. I am not sure if it’s a matter of scale or of time, or both, but I certainly spend more time fiddling over the greenhouse beds. In July, you won’t find me pulling off the dead lower leaves of my plants, but January? Well. Fuss fuss, primp primp.

I had the forethought (rare) to scoop up a couple of 5-gallon buckets’ worth of snow about three weeks ago. Bring them in the greenhouse and they melt down to maybe a gallon and a half of water each. This is pretty convenient if I need to water some newly-planted seeds, or wash off some root veggies. Look how pretty these cleaned-up parsnips are! (Well, okay; maybe “pretty” isn’t exactly right, but they’re pretty to ME.) In general, though, because the greenhouse is a closed loop, the beds never dry out. So the buckets of water are a convenience, not a necessity.

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So I pulled some things out that were either used up (spinach) or were taking up too much real estate (parsnips), and I planted out more salad stuff. And I fixed my jones, at least for this week.  And it was fun.

Tenacity

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Red chard

I went out into the main gardens today just to see what’s going on. It had been snowcovered until our huge thaw last weekend, and I hadn’t been out there for a while. You know, you just gotta take your hat off to certain plants’ will to live: despite snow and sleet, despite a low temperature of 11*F, despite winds and lack of cover, this is what I saw today. Kinda neat, huh?

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Bibb lettuce

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Tatsoi

 

On making no little plans, or, why winter is so great

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Do parents wishing for a second child have this dilemma?

I finished last year’s gardening season thinking that, for once, I might not need to make new garden beds.

Instead, 2008 would mean I would really concentrate on improving that which I have: in particular, in making the newest beds that ring the outside garden (the ones I had made in the fall of ’06) really, truly, happily productive beds. These beds were productive, but they were also the beds in which the most stuff died during August’s rains. Great, I thought: I just need to add a ton of compost, mulch, and more dirt to these beds. Spring is going to be REALLY easy on me.

Then, I got the dumb idea brainstorm to build a second greenhouse in ’08. A second greenhouse will keep me gardening year-round: very important for both our diets and also my general happiness. I know that A LOT of work will need to go into my chosen plot of land before this greenhouse can come to be. Remember my trenching/pipe laying venture last fall? That was only 120 linear feet of trench, through hardpan clay. Before I start up this new greenhouse, I will need to trench up and lay another 250′ of drainpipe! Eeeps!

Then there’re the new beds that will need to be built and filled. I think (but haven’t decided yet) that the new greenhouse will be 16′ wide x 32′ long. BIG, in other words. So a 16×32 greenhouse would have ten beds in it that are 6×3, and four beds that are 6×4…7 beds on either side of a 30″ center path. (The current 16×20 greenhouse has (8) 6×3 beds and one 2×16 herb garden.) Again, BIG.

Then I have to assemble and erect the greenhouse.

And of course, with the exception of putting up the greenhouse, you KNOW who gets to do all this work, right? ME!

Notice I haven’t mentioned planting these beds, nor planting and caring for the existing garden. I also haven’t mentioned that new orchard which needs to be laid out and planted. Nor the meat chickens that need to have mobile coops made for them. Nor the kitchen renovation, nor the other dozen or so house-related projects that I think need to be done this year, like the outdoor bread oven. That’s, like, a high priority.

So, well, I think a second greenhouse will temper my manifest-destiny garden holdings, at least for a little while. But to find the time to do it, I might need to quit my job first.

Where’s Noah?

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It’s weather like this that makes me happy I don’t have chickens with feathered feet.

Seriously, of all the wacky traits a chicken can have, I don’t know what people were thinking when they bred them for feathers on their legs. Anyone who is ever around chickens for more than a few visits knows chickens get dirty, and they LIKE getting dirty. Luckily, my girls all have nekkid legs, kind of like having built-in wellies.

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Mad, wet hens (Pauline, Bonnie and Bloody Bea)

In spring we normally get a bit of flooding. It’s this nasty clay soil we have. What happens of course is the snow melts and then the ground gets saturated so there is nowhere to go but…nowhere. Big puddles everywhere, sitting on the ground.

One look at the calendar sez it ain’t spring, not by a long shot. It’s Tuesday morning and the windows are open because it’s 57* out…and the high yesterday was a record-breaking 64*. We had a rather gorgeous light show from thunderstorms that blew out from tornadoes in Missouri and Illinois, and it brought at least 2″ of rain. Combine that rain and the melted 6″ of snow that’d been on the ground on Saturday, and, well. I wish I had built-in wellies, too.

The warmer weather allowed me, on Sunday, to repair the batting cage. When the snow melted, magically, the batting cage netting, Lazarus-like, rose up off the ground. It did not rise up high enough for me to not garrote myself when I go let them in and out of their coop, though, so something needed to be done. I hate the half-assed nature of the whole chicken run netting, but I tell myself it is temporary, all to be put away in the spring.

And if this wacky weather continues, it’ll be spring a lot sooner than I think. The frogs are even out on the pond.

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A casualty: one of 3 dead goldfish. (We’ve got plenty more, though.)

Another art post

 

Knockout, 2006

Knockout (2006: 24×20 c-print) courtesy foleygallery.com

All you all in Dallas (or environs) on Thursday the 10th to, well, until Feb. 16th, go see my hubby’s show at Light & Sie gallery!

The opening is Thursday, and Tom will be there. (Me? I’m watching the chickens.) This new gallery is really very cool, and this will be a fairly big display of his work. He’ll also be around town for a few days signing his new book.

On seed choices: a pro-diversity rant

I’m a bit dissatisfied with what I find in this year’s seed catalogs. Maybe I am a seed snob.

I think of all the flower/ornamental gardeners out there. Do they have an issue with seeds? I think it might be different: their plant suppliers are constantly hybridizing and upping the ante, keeping things fresh, or at least garish. Also, flower/ornamental gardeners often expand their holdings by getting plants and bulbs, not seeds. I know many a great gardener who deigns not plant seeds. This does not make them any less of a green thumb.

It’s not so if you’re a vegetable gardener. Seed sowing is something you danged well better be able to do, or you’re…well. You’re toast, or you’re certainly going to spend a lot more cash to get a garden going. (Your choice, I’m just saying.)

But maybe I should simply cut myself some slack. Am I a snob if I just want…choices? Like, LOTS of choices, lots of NON-HYBRID choices? I stand here atop this small mountain of seed catalogs (and rhetorically so, with my online sources) and I just KNOW it’s not even the tip of the iceberg, botanically, of what is out there. Any one featured variety of seed is simply the one variety that has somehow outdone its challengers. We weren’t all Homecoming Queen, yet that’s what our seed catalogs feature: beauties of some stripe or another (best taste being only one possible criterion). What about the REST of the class, I’m asking you. Where are the runners-up, where are the nerds and Goth chicks who wouldn’t have gotten chosen.

And then there’s the other also touchy issue of seed marketing. Yes, I’m going to talk about anti-Americanism. Actually, I am just going to bash traditional American seed choices. It’s, er, touching that most catalogs have finally gotten around to featuring open-pollinated Asian vegetables. Considering that part of the world has been gardening continuously on the same patch of land for millenia you would think that we’d have raided more than a couple of mustards, pac choy and tatsoi for our gardens, yes? What about all those beautiful little bitty pea-sized eggplants I saw with such regularity at the Hmong stalls in the Minneapolis Farmer’s Market? But maybe Asia is too foreign: well, let’s just go back to Europe, where many of us originally hail. Why only three or four choices of chickory in most catalogs? Where are all the other greens, turnips and beets? Whither the rampion? Are they simply not American enough?

I know that food preference is just about the last thing that people change when emigrate/immigrate to a non-similar country. I also know it’s the hardest thing to change if you start out life (and are thus encouraged to be) a fussy eater. “Oh, geez, he’s got to eat something, let’s just shut up and fix him a hotdog, okay?” I know, in other words, that food is a…tetchy issue, as my esteemed Southern friend Tim says. I live with a fussy eater who has enormous food issues, a ton of them garden related. (And no, it’s not our daughter. She eats anything.) And I am also sure that traditional American food choices is a factor in the limits I see even in my favorite catalogs. But we know how badly we as a country eat: why would we WANT to replicate our grocery stores in our gardens?

Seed companies, like all commerce, are going to sell what freaking sells. I know that, too. Does it make me happy that all they sell are Homecoming Queens, or F1 copies of the Queen with the Homecoming King? Nope, not in the least. And yes, I seed-save, and yes, I am a member of a seed-saving organization, and yes, I have a lot more choice ahead of me than I let on. It’s the rest of YOU I worry about.

I think we all need to fight for bigger, deeper catalogs. Especially so if you’re a new gardener, fed up with grocery store holdings and now itchy to dig. The world is sadly diminished if all you’re offered are Kentucky Wonder and Fortex pole beans.

Sprouts

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3 T each wheat berries and mung beans

Okay, excuse me for a minute whilst I channel my inner hippie. I would like to discuss homemade sprouts with you all.

Sprouts (alfalfa, bean, wheat, etc.) are one of those things that one either gravitates toward in a salad bar, or one avoids. “Weren’t there some salmonella poisonings connected with the things,” the paranoid within you asks. Yes, there were. Yet another reason to D.I.Y., I think.

This home-produced diet of ours is a bit weak on greens, greenhouse stuff included. It’s one of the reasons I am angling for a second greenhouse. And yes, we have lots of frozen goodies put up from last summer’s harvest: I do think we have plenty of green beans and broccoli to get us through until asparagus season. But one hankers for the fresh stuff, especially when I am really stingy with the greenhouse goodies.

A trip into your pantry or cupboard will probably reveal that you have stuff just right for sprouting. (In fact, it is to your cupboard you should go, and not to your garden seed stash: many garden seeds are treated with lots of nasties like antifungal spray.) A trip to MY pantry is what set me on this course, frankly: I noted I had only a tiny bit of mung beans (too few to cook) and that I also had some old (pushing two years) wheat berries. So, I thought: what could I possibly do with these things? Er, well. Why not satisfy that greenery lust of mine and sprout them.

The process takes about 5-6 days in our cold house. (In a warmer one, it’ll take less time.) You start by cleaning and rinsing the seeds, then setting them out overnight covered with nice, clean water in a nice, clean bowl. The next morning, you dump the water off, rinse the seeds and drain them again, and transfer them to a clean jar. You cover the mouth of the jar with cheesecloth, and you set the jar on its side, spreading the somewhat damp seeds out. That evening, you put more water in the jar and gently shake to rinse the seeds out. Drain the water, and repeat this process, morning and evening, until the things sprout and look all happy and delectable. Let them spend their last day greening up near a sunny window, being careful not to dry them out.

Okay. These lovelies are destined for a loaf of bread (the sprouted wheat) and a big salad (the beans, in about a day…they need to keep sprouting). You can puree things like garbanzo sprouts into a spread. Slightly sprouted wheat berries can be added to bread dough for a chewy loaf (just add them right before you form the loaf; any earlier affects rising). And of course they are just great in salads.

If you get into the habit of it, you can get a second batch going two-three days after the first to keep yourself stocked up. They’re great sources of some needed vitamins, like C and B, and the bean sprouts are good protein. Plus, it’ll help your latent need to garden in these cold months!

Sometimes I am not too bright

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Holy cats!

I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me, but…the stuff in the greenhouse is growing.

This is a really dumb revelation, of course. Duh: things in the greenhouse are supposed to grow, El. You see, though, I approached the greenhouse contents as things in a gigantic refrigerator. Mentally, of course, we all approach our refrigerators as a place of biological limbo, a place of suspended animation. I had gotten so used to seeing everything in there as these wee little precious plants which must be left alone, barely harvested.

I know what is to blame for the suspension of my normal gardening common sense. From all the winter gardening books I had read, I simply had been led to believe that I should NOT expect anything during winter. It’s too cold, and there’s just not enough light to stimulate growth. Just get the seedlings up and growing to a modest height by the end of October, and then sit and wait until February when they’ll start growing again, and you can harvest them in earnest. I didn’t expect a flush of growth in January! (Joy!) What this means, of course, is I can up my harvests from one large salad a week to two, or maybe three. One fresh veggie for dinner to two.

Nirvana for me is a couple of our eggs, poached, atop a bed of our salad greens. Add an apple from our trees and some local wine, and, well. Yum.

Gadgets

I am so not a tech-weenie. (That title falls to my husband.) I am actually something of a technophobe, but perhaps “phobia” is too strong a word for it, though. Most forms of technology simply tax my ever-in-short-supply patience. So if I actually happily receive something more technology-dependent than a book or dutch oven, well, it’s news. At least in this house.

Behold: The new thermometer in my greenhouse.

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Before you start thinking “boy, this woman has a very low threshold for what ‘technology’ is if she considers this high-tech” I must let you know that this little thermometer registers high and low temperatures. And I can reset it. You see the three extra hands? The blue one records the low, the green the high, and the little silver one (down at -50*) is the resetting one attached to the silver knob in the center. I dial the silver one around to gang the blue and green hands next to the red one. Magic!

Yes, I suppose my threshold is low. But knowing how low, or high, the temperatures actually get in the greenhouse is something I…just want to know. Not that I’m going to do anything with this knowledge. I just like knowing that, when it’s 23* out and it’s sunny, it’s gonna be 65* in that greenhouse, and I might just need to go sit in there for a spell.

The other little gadget I got for Christmas is a new camera. Not that I had an old one; I have been “making do” with a ridiculously complicated contraption my photographer husband allows me to use. Having a new camera is nice. Really nice, considering the range of its features and 2×3″ view screen. Of course, technologically, it’s a bit too advanced for me, but maybe with a year or two of use I might actually take a decent picture with it without too much swearing.

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Plus, better pictures might help convey the method behind my madness. Why build a greenhouse? Food is of course why, but then there’s the priceless nature of just going in there on a cold snowy day and seeing THIS. (Catalognian chickory: it’s related to dandelions, actually.)

So much for the batting cage

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We’ve been hit by quite a bit of the white stuff lately. This in itself is not particularly newsworthy, as, well, it is winter, and this is Michigan. We had, however, a noteworthy snowstorm on New Year’s Eve. It was really wet, sticky stuff, and, coupled with a complete lack of wind, and a slow, deliberate fall, flake by flake, the stuff actually stuck to the deer fencing with which I covered our chickens’ run.

Yup. It collapsed the thing.

I found this surprising. The netting is 3/4″x3/4″ webs, and the actual netting itself is rather thin. 99% of the snow just falls through.  But the cotton clotheslines and trees and various other jerry-rigged lying-around-the-farm things I found to string the stuff up were overwhelmed by the snow’s weight of this snowstorm. It even snapped all three of our actual, use-it-weekly clotheslines, which were UNDER the strung-up netting.

I got exactly zero sympathy from the husband regarding the collapse.  He laughed, mightily.

So now I do the limbo, or near enough, to open the coop’s door. Sigh. I will fix it all once it stops snowing, if it ever does (it hasn’t yet). The birds are unphased. They just expect a path from the coop to their condominium next to the house. And the netting is still low enough for a chicken.