Garden news
I’ve been woefully ignoring my blog again. Must be too busy picking weeds out of the garden.
OK, so I’m not yet a master composter. I was a bit desperate for soil to fill in a new bed, so I used compost that hadn’t been properly heated, and was full of maple tree seeds, and so ended up with about a million weeds to pull out of a 9 square foot space.
In other garden news, my garden is lush, green and delicious. After making 5 rhubarb cakes — and still givin some rhubarb away — I’ve moved on to sampling lettuce, spinach and herbs. The spinach is so good I like to pick a leaf and eat it right off the plant. I’ve got to keep my energy up for all the weeding, after all.
My pole beans didn’t come up well — too much cold, wet weather right after I planted them. So I replanted and only half came up. So I’ll replant the other half. Again. The straw potatoes are growing like crazy. I’m not sure I’ll be able to build an enclosure high enough for them to keep adding straw to! Pictures would help to illustrate what I mean.
I don’t think we’ll be getting much from the strawberry plants this year. I’ve picked a dozen juicy, sweet berries, and I see a few more forming, but it doesn’t look like much. Shame. They’re lovely.
I feel like I should have some great recipes for what to do with my bounty. The spinach I’ve mostly been making into salads (with the lettuce), although I did sneak a few leaves into grilled cheese sandwiches one lunch time. Yum. I have secret plans for all the herbs, but mostly I chop them up into sauces and salad dressings. Not very thrilling to read about, but very good to eat.
And that’s about it for garden news for now.
Rhubarb Cake
At the bottom of our garden in my childhood home in England, we had a large rhubarb plant. Every now and again, my step-mum used to send me down to pick a few stalks, which she’d usually make into rhubarb and apple crumble. I loved its tangy sharpness.
As soon as I had a garden of my own, I got a rhubarb plant. The first year, I didn’t harvest it. The second year, I picked a few stalks. And every year after that, it just grew huge and I felt overwhelmed by the amount of rhubarb it produced and didn’t know what to do with it all.
Last spring, I offered some to our new neighbors, who were delighted. They made rhubarb cake. And gave me the recipe.
Perhaps I was already overwhelmed with rhubarbness (or a new baby) last year, but I didn’t make any rhubarb cake. This year I have. Twice. Plus I gave the recipe to our babysitter.
I think the recipe comes from a Moosewood cookbook. It’s called Erma Mabel’s Rhubarb Cake. My version is dairy-free (for Kevin):
1/2 cup earth balance margarine
1 cup sugar (you can use a little less than 1 cup)
3 large eggs
1 1/2 cups organic white flour
3 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup organic soy milk
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 1/2 to 3 cups rhubarb chopped into 1-inch pieces (4-6 stalks, depending on their size)
Preheat oven to 350F. Spray the baking dish with spray oil. (I use an oval baking dish, but something about 7×11 is the right size).
Cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beating well after adding each one. Sift in the flour, baking powder and salt, alternating with the milk and vanilla.
Spread a little more than 1/2 the batter in the baking dish, Sprinkle on the rhubarb. Add the rest of the batter, spreading evenly. Bake for 35 to 40 minutes until a knife inserted into the center comes out clean. Eat! Eat! Eat! 
This is one yummy cake — even dairy-free. It comes out golden brown on top. The cake itself is sweet, and the rhubarb is perfectly soft and tangy.
The compost update
It’s been cold and rainy here lately, so I haven’t been spending much time out in the garden. I haven’t even had a chance to go outside and take a picture of my new compost bin that Kevin (finally) built for me. Not only do I now have one compost bin — I have two!
We had a dismal yard sale last Saturday (which also cut into my gardening time). We made all of $20. But we got rid of a bunch of stuff (most of it at Goodwill on Sunday morning). And we gave away some slate tiles we had on the turtle tank to a guy who stopped by. As he was picking them up, Kevin was working on the compost bin. And he offered us one.
It’s one of those big round black plastic jobbies. I can’t remember the name right now. But it makes me so happy to see it next to my homemade one (2×4s and hardware cloth) behind the garage. I love it back there. I can’t explain why the smell of old leaves and decomposing vegetable matter makes me so happy and peaceful. But it does. Maybe because it’s the only private, quite, kid-free space in my little universe at the moment.
I also have a compost sifter to show off. It was my Mother’s Day present — the Compost Sifter 6000 is what Kevin calls it. I do have a picture of that. Somewhere. (I’m blogging from Kevin’s computer at the moment, I wonder if it’s on here?)
Here we go:
It is an awesome compost screen. I’ve been missing having one since I left mine in North Carolina (in 1999).
So now I’m set up with 2 compost bins (one to turn, one to add to), with the possibility of 3 bins in the future (the one Kevin made is expandable) an a compost screen. Lovely.
The garden looks like it’s doing well. The spinach and beets are growing. Everything I planted from transplants (from the nursery) look good, even through the cool weather lately. Somehow it’s more satisfying to see plants grow that I started from seed myself. Which has inspired me to take my Square Foot Gardening book and figure out the planting dates for everything I want to grow this fall and next spring based on the first and last frost dates.
Am I a gardening geek yet? I love this stuff. It makes me happy. And with 2 little kids and not a whole lot of time to myself, I need something to absorb myself in.
Growing herbs and supporting community
My herb garden is growing.
The blog article I posted a link to the other day reminded me that I do like growing herbs. They’re very satisfying – easy to grow and offering an almost immediate harvest.
So far, we’ve eaten asparagus and rhubarb from our garden this year. Maybe I should make a side bar widget with what we’ve harvested. I expected to get more asparagus than I got, but what I got was good. Even Duncan ate some. And knowing that I grew it and that it was full of fresh organic goodness made me smile inside.
I’ve had chives, thyme and oregano growing in the herb garden for a while. The oregano always does great, even though it’s swamped by the rhubarb plant. I need to figure out if I can separate the rhubarb and, if so, when. The thing is monstrous and it gets bigger every year.
The thyme…I think I’ve replaced it a couple of times. The winter seems to do it in and I’m not sure if it’ll come back this year. I saw a pot of it at Wegmans yesterday and got one for my windowsill herb garden. I find I don’t actually go out into the yard when I’m cooking to cut fresh herbs. So I decided to grow basil, thyme and garlic chives in a pot on the front porch. I can bring it inside in the winter, too.
Cooking dinner is hard enough sometimes, with a one-year-old clinging to my legs and fussing for me to pick her up. Getting outside in the yard to snip herbs becomes almost impossible. Because then the almost-three-year-old will want to come out too. Which means putting on shoes, bring various favorite items and never wanting to come back inside again. One day I’ll be able to send him out by himself with a pair of kitchen scissors.
I also got some purple sage at Wegmans and put that out in the outside herb garden.
The latest addition to the herb bed came from the South Wedge Farmer’s Market today. Plain leaf Italian parsley. I don’t usually cook with parsley, but I have a secret plan for it and the sage. I can’t reveal what it is yet, though.
I love the farmer’s market — especially when it’s about organic, local, sustainable food. I know the “About Me” section of this blog says I’m getting “greener one environmentally safe product at a time,” but I’m really more about the food than the products. I need to change that. Knowing where my food is coming from — and what’s in it and not in it — is very important. Plus, sustaining the local economy is just a common sense good idea.
After a long day at work, getting outside and hanging out with the kiddos (Berry LOVED the music and made the whole stroller dance with her) was refreshing.
Grow it anyway
You know that poem, Anyway, usually attributed to Mother Theresa?
People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.
[Reportedly inscribed on the wall of Mother Teresa's children's home in Calcutta, and attributed to her. However, an article in the New York Times has since reported (March 8, 2002) that the original version of this poem was written by Kent M. Keith.]That poem makes me think of my garden. (I’ve only had 2 cups of tea today, it may take a while to get to my point. Bear with me.)
We’ve lived in this house for 5 years. We’ve been wanting to move to somewhere larger for probably the last 3. Until recently, we had plans to move to Oregon before the end of the year — but that’s now on hold indefinitely. Duncan will be going to a really good school in the fall, somewhere we can envision him staying until he graduates high school (with Berry following in a couple of years). Kevin is still in school. We’re staying put for the time being.
My point with all of that is that it’s hard to think about long term plans for your current location and invest lots of time and energy into it when you think you may not be there for the next growing season. I think I have an issue with the emotional commitment and my visions not being fulfilled.
Anyway. That’s where the poem comes in. I need to do it anyway.
Gardening organically, doing what I can to live a little more lightly on the earth, teaching my children to respect and appreciate the wonder of the natural world…those are things I’m passionate about. They’re part of who I am in my core as a person. I knew that when I lived on a mountain in North Carolina, off-grid and with no running water. I embraced it then. (I also wanted to move and live in a house, instead of an Airstream.)
I think the difficulties we went through during that time — probably mostly due to the extreme poverty we experienced — made me run into the arms of commerce and hot running water. At least for a while. You can never get away from who you really are, though. And I’m a composting, veggie-growing, recycling, organic-food-eating girl at heart. I need to feel my connection with the earth to be grounded and happy.
I’d really love to live in a bigger house with more land around us. We could have a greenhouse and extend our growing season. We could get into greywater systems. Build an earthship. I still have all the dreams I ever did — back when being green wasn’t cool or popular.
But I can do a lot with what we have right now. Make compost. Grow food in our little garden. Catch rain water from the garage roof. Teach my children to tend the earth. Go for walks in the woods.
If we move next year, we move and start again somewhere else. If we don’t, I’ll have more asparagus to eat.
I started this post with the intention of linking to a blog I just discovered and a good post about getting into gardening. So here that is.
Gardening then and now
I have such fond memories of gardening in North Carolina that I thought I should explore my old photos of the garden. I can only find photos from the first year — when I was still creating the beds. Nothing from when I’d replaced most of the raised stone beds with cement blocks. Oh well.
But it did jog my memory that I used to fill soda bottles with water to make an insulating water wall for the tomato plants. And we had a cold frame. I plan to try both of those next spring,
Most of the garden is planted this year. I still have bush beans and pole beans, maybe some more lettuce and spinach seeds to plant. And the basil will need transplanting in a week or two. New this year: straw potatoes. I’m very excited about them. I vaguely recall trying them in North Carolina, but I don’t remember how they turned out. I think I grew them the second year, so maybe I never got to harvest them.
The first year I got serious about growing a vegetable garden, I kept a meticulous gardening journal. It’s crossed my mind that I could blog about it now.
In any case, here are some photos of this year’s garden and other pics of my gardening years. It has more things planted now. I took these a week or two ago. I wanted to get evidence of my square-foot grid, even though the beds aren’t traditional square foot beds. It’s still an awesome growing method.
2008 – in the wilderness mountains of North Carolina
2001 – my little square foot container garden on my apartment’s back deck and working in a community garden down the road from where we now live
2008 – this year’s garden beds, ready to plant!
