Bryon and the boys spent the prior weekends harvesting and freezing greens while I was trapped in a data slog for work. Today I made it outside before the morning fog lifted. The garden did not notice my absence. It was cool, but for how long? We have loads of kale, but today Bryon was tilling a row he had left fallow while I planted a few rows of green choi. I leaned over and got a snootful of future pesto. An onion, ready to walk itself to the kitchen. Peaches, undiscovered by birds–so far. Collard greens, on a roll. From the front garden. Tomatoes, braced by fencing. The plants have grown much taller, sheltering their little treasures. Concord grapes. Another lesson in patience, because these require several more weeks on the vine to ripen. Zucchini: the invasion has begun. Asian pears, starting to form. These will be tasty (if we get them past the birds and other critters). Cylindrica beets in the front garden. We can roast them and serve on spinach with goat cheese and pecans or walnuts. Cabbage and kale. What we don’t eat goes to the chickens, who pay us back with eggs.
While the main garden gets reprogrammed, Bryon and I make use of our secret salad bowl, four raised boxes in front of the house.
That kale was blanched and frozen. Several quarts of kale. My kids may take some home if my husband and I don’t finish it off first.
Someone else enjoying the front garden box.
Bryon, harvesting his work.
Lady bug in the celery.
Carrots, beets, an artichoke, and tomatoes. A good start.
The summer is winding down, and so much remains undone.I have to watch where I step, because it is almost late afternoon. Snakes may be underfoot.Parsley to the left of me, potatoes to the right.The soil is quite rich. (Hat tip to our mulch pile, fortified by chicken manure).Black beans, which dried on the vine.Garlic, a work in progress. Replanting the garlic. Investing in the culinary future.Tiger melons, stalking the jungle.“Even when the garden doesn’t look its best, you can always find enough here to eat for a day.” (Easily.)The sorrel was planted last year. Bryon tilled the soil, turning over what was left, and it just kept growing.A sweet potato lurking in the center of a wheel of roots and leaves.Casaba melon, very sweet and floral. Also good in fruit smoothies.One of today’s harvest.
This year Bryon put his foot down and said, “No birds in the garage.” We have had to chase away a few persistent would-be nesters who didn’t get the memo. One managed to outwit us, and we don’t have the heart to evict (or snoop) on her.
We didn’t need to stay up for the local network news to hear about the forecast of Santa Ana winds: people had been complaining about sinusitis and migraines for days. Even so, the garden needed to be prepared for planting.