My apologies for all the gardening buddies who have been looked to me for guidance, I have been too busy to blog…a sin of epic proportion.
After hearing that the price of food should double in the next 5-10 years, the children and I launched into what can only be deemed as a mission of madness.
Locating the sunniest shady spot on the property, my son dropped a few trees while I and my (very reluctant) teenage daughter battled vinca minor for dirt in which to grow beans.
The vinca might remain victorious. Cussed, infernal nutrient sucking vine!
Gathering scrap lumber of a pile in the basement, my son constructed “raised” garden beds. Mind you, we’re on a budget. We have exactly zero dollars in our budget. As an aside, the beloved husband knows nothing of this tree-dropping create (another) garden-plan. Rifling through my seed “stash” I located a couple of packets of green beans.
The weather is hot and dry, so I soaked the seeds to expedite germination. Same goes for the okra. I also discovered a seed known only as the “mystery seed.” They look like cucumbers, or cantaloupe. We’re not certain. Regardeless, we’ve got room so they’re getting planted.
When clearing a spot that is —literally—in the woods expect roots and hard-compressed soil. Hence the need for a mattock and a whole lot of sweat equity. I hacked a row while Matthew scooped the organic fertilize into the rows. Since it’s june, to expedite the decomposition, I watered the pellets which caused them to expand.
Jamie crumbled dirt back in the row. We continued this process, five hours every single day until our shirts were drenched and our tempers were testy.
For the record, hacking holes in the earth makes momma one tired gardener. Clay, it seems, is a member of the concrete family.
With the earth ready, the children and I delightfully scattered seeds. We planted cucumbers, squash, beans, zucchini, spaghetti squash, pepper plants, tomatoes, watermelon, and…of course, the mystery seeds. Four days into our quest for more home-grown food we were done. Then something miraculous happened. Dog days: a wonderful meteorological event in the life of a gardener when it rains every single day. The seeds were up in two days!
Now, we’re praying for a bit more sun and that the mystery seeds are something we like to eat.
With our garden planted it’s time to visit Billy’s farm to see what help we can offer. Even with summer upon us, it’s not too late to plant late crops. In two weeks, I’ll plant another row of beans. My goal is to have fresh vegetables up to frost. I’m also planning to enclose the smaller “raised bed” or at least incorporate something that will shield the plants from frost.
How is your garden growing? Drop me a line and let me know. Now excuse me, I promised my workers a trip to the pool. Remember, keep those hands dirty ! Renea Winchester is the author of In The Garden With Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes.