Deterring Backyard Bandits…or not.

June 13th, 2009

Ah, yes.  As if frost, wind, and small children weren’t enough, our poor plants are facing an attack from another front.

I give you el bandido:

Raccoon may not be exactly as pictured.

Raccoon may not be exactly as pictured*.

This is how our garden looked the morning after the attack:

Post-Ravaging Raccoon

Post-Ravaging Raccoon

I have to tell you, I was fairly sad to see this.  Mike, on the other hand was VERY sad.  Fortunately, he was able to lift up and reposition some of the plants.  Sadly, some carrots have gone to the great carrot patch in the sky, and some squash may be on the cloud next to them.  For some reason our masked marauders were particularly partial to our zucchini plants.  Bizarre.  I had no idea they would be interested in our gardens when we’ve given them such easy access to our compost.  In fact, it seems that raccoons will eat most anything.

The attack happened Sunday night (today is 6 days later), and as you can see by this photo, Mike’s ministrations seem to have saved the day.

Restored to its former glory...and then some!

Restored to its former glory...and then some!

Even our famous Squinach is coming along beautifully:

Check out our Squianch NOW!

Check out our Squianch NOW!

Here are some opinions on keeping raccoons out of one’s garden.  It seems to me that our best bet will be to build a life sized scarecrow wearing our dirty laundry which we’ve sprayed (liberally) with coyote pee and that has a motion detector which will play obnoxious music when tripped by roving beasties.  I’ll get right on that.

In the meantime, things are growing nicely - particularly given the liberal watering mother nature has provided as of late - and the raccoons have not bothered our gardens since their initial foray.  Perhaps zucchinis weren’t to their liking? And if all else fails, and they will not leave us alone…there is always this (JUST kidding, folk, everyone calm down).

We're not sure what type of deterrent would work best for this predator.

We're still not sure what type of deterrent would work best for this predator.

*this dude does not subsist on pilfered produce.  Rather, he leads a luxurious life with his pals at Oaklawn Farm Zoo.

Attack of the Killer Wind

June 4th, 2009

Ah, yes, planning one’s garden.  ‘Tis fun, challenging, and sometimes downright complicated: where to plant stuff, when to plant it and, of course, how to protect one’s wee plants.  We honestly thought we’d covered that in our plans…but clearly we’d forgotten one of the menaces of living very close to the world’s highest tides.

Now, I’m not blaming the ocean (this time) but seriously sometimes when the tide changes we can get these absolutely abrupt and fierce wind squalls .   And while it may seem that I’m digressing here: I’m simply trying to explain that it was silly of us to plant as though we’re unused to sudden blasts of strong wind. However, this past weekend was nothing like that.  That would have been fine. A short squall we could handle.  Instead, for some reason, we had gale force (I think: clearly it’s becoming obvious that I’m no meteorologist) winds that just kept on blasting at our garden (and us, too, but we’re not prone to snapping when the wind blows).

We have frost domes, but let’s face it: PVC piping and flimsy plastic are no match for hurricanes (and yes, I’ve now lapsed into hyperbole).  Perhaps if we’d kept our wee darlings inside a bit longer, or maybe if we’d planted them outside sooner to give them a chance to harden themselves out in the REAL world.  Alas, we did not.

Thankfully, most of our plants emerged unscathed, but not all.  As you can see this poor dear was snapped off in the prime of his young life.  So terribly sad.

Wind 1, Plant 0

Wind 1, Plant 0

On the other hand, we noticed some wee beans sprouting on the bean plant that we thought were done!

New Bean!

New Bean!

And hopefully the wind toll will not cut into our “production” too much.  Thankfully, not all of our plants were destroyed.  This square is looking wonderful.

Growing goodies: this is our happiest square.

Growing goodies: this is our happiest square.

I’m particularly excited about these adorable zucchini plants.  I can’t wait to eat tender young zucchinis (unlike the monster zucchinis of my youth)!

Lovely and robust Zucchini plants

Lovely and robust Zucchini plants

The end is Pie!

June 3rd, 2009

And the means to that end is, of course, fruit.  And the best fruit in the world (in our opinion) for delicious pie: peaches.  And the best peach is a local peach.  But better than local, even, is “micro-local,” (to coin a phrase) and straight off the tree!  Hence: our recent installation of a peach tree.

Yes, for Mother’s Day this year, Mike procured a lovely wee peach tree from Scotian Gold and planted it in our backyard.  He chose a spot which affords us a lovely view from our kitchen windows: we can gaze upon the lovely blossoms and ensuing fruit…next year, perhaps!

Happy Baby Peach Tree

Happy Baby Peach Tree

Sadly, it would seem that this year is not going to be a fabulous year for peaches for anyone in the Valley.  Joan’s peach tree, for example, was so overloaded with peaches last year that she was sharing them with all and sundry.  I learned to can last year (from Joan, of course) and I produced Peach Marmalade and Peach Salsa.  As delightful as canned goods are, though, the favourite in this house is Peach Pie.  I really don’t think there is any fruit pie that can begin to compare to the glory that is a Peach Pie.  Ah, deliciousness.  This year, however, Joan’s tree had not a single blossom.  This is in part due to an unusually cold winter here, but also due to a naturally occurring phenomenon called “biennial crop.”

No blossoms, but LOTS of green stuff!

Our tree: no blossoms, but LOTS of green stuff!

So: bienneal crop is a term I learned from Joany.  Given my ignorance, I Googled said term for more info and I found this site. At first blush, this site looks like a learned comparison of how modern cultivated fruit trees are inferior to their wild brethren.  However, Joan was kind enough to peruse this site and carefully craft a rebuttal.*  With her kind permission, I’ve included most of her comments.  I understand that this makes for a rather long post today, but I thought her information was fascinating even if you don’t take the time to read the site to which she is responding.  To wit:

Pretty well all of the veggie seeds that we have available to buy to plant in our gardens are seeds that have resulted from years and years of breeding and selection.  Carrots no longer taste bitter… some don’t even have cores anymore.  Grain is one of the most bred-to-perfection thing that we have in the world.  There are whole research stations in many different countries that are working on breeding selections to have shorter stalks and bigger heads.  You cannot easily access “heritage” or “heirloom” varieties of grains anymore.  Potatoes…. breeding programs are constantly working toward a better chip potato… better frying potatoes… and get this… they are trying to breed flavour back into potatoes for the regular mashed potato type of market.

Fruit trees, on the other hand, have a weird thing about them in that they will not grow an identical tree from a seed…. so the only way to end up with a piece of fruit like you have on a tree, is to graft a scion onto a rootstock….. you can also sprout roots onto the scion and grow the tree on its own roots, but you will usually end up with a humongous tree… so to control the size, they graft onto dwarf rootstocks.  This practice has been going on for centuries.  The way you get new cultivars of fruits are to pollinate by hand and then plant the seeds to see if there is one tree that may grow up to produce something worth eating.  We have thousands of such seedlings here at the station… only 4 are being made into production trees currently.

And bienniel bearing…. this can totally be controlled by blossom thinning… if you have only one tree, you can hand thin.  At an orchard scale, there are sprays that can be used to do this job…. even some organic options… and this year there is a study here at the station with a mechanical system that uses something that looks sort of like a car wash brush that beats the blossoms off the trees… great for the organic guys.  We hand thin our peach tree.  Some apple cultivars are more prone to bienniel bearing than others…. Honeycrisp are very prone to it…. Cortlands basically regulate themselves.  And the trees aren’t “harmed” in regulating the bienniel bearing… if they were harmed, you would not end up with any fruit because the tree would give up.  And the goal is to make the tree bear moderately each year… not heavily… with a heavy load, branches break and fruit size is smaller.

Genetic splicing is happening with grains, tomatoes and probably other fruits and veggies… but tree fruits is not involved in that, that I am aware of.

So… I would argue that tree fruits are actually MORE natural than carrots and potatoes and certainly more natural than grains.

And as far as post harvest processing…. apples go into storage and come out and we eat them…. grain goes to the mill and is cleaned and then ground and husks removed and then bleached and then packaged and then baked into something…..

AND THE BEST PEACH IS A LOCAL TREE RIPENED PEACH.  That is the thing that is missing with our fruits and veggies that we buy at the markets.  They are harvested before they are truly ripe, because they ship better and store longer if they are not totally mature.  Therefore, they never get to completely convert their sugars and become flavourful.

(OMAFRA or Ag Canada sites are good for info on fruit production… they are government so they just state facts rather than opinions or product related pressures.)

And now back to your usual ignoramus:

Our peach tree is, of course,  grafted onto a root.   Joan pointed out that Mike had planted our tree exactly backwards, as one should plant the tree so that the graft faces the prevailing winds.  This helps the tree to be as strong as possible, as you can imagine that two things joined together are weakest at the point of joining, and therefore you want the growing tree to be pushed toward the rootstock, rather than away from it by the prevailing winds.  This site offers a wonderful explanation of how to go about planting your fruit tree.

Tree, meet root(stock)

Tree: meet root(stock)

There really is a lot to growing a fruit tree: from the precise soil mixture, the appropriate time (and how much) to prune, how to keep the buggies away, when to let it fruit and when to let it rest, and when/where/how to plant it. You, dear reader, are just as good at Googling as I am, I’m sure.

Ms Peach does need some pruning, but she seems to be in great shape over all!

Ms Peach does need some pruning, but she seems to be in great shape over all!

I’m really just hopeful we get some peaches someday.  In the meantime, we’re looking forward to enjoying our volunteer** wild strawberries that don’t mind if we walk on them, mow over them, and generally ignore them until we want a snack!  Go volunteers, go!

Volunteer blossoms, too!

Volunteer blossoms, too!

*Please note that while I welcome comments, I’m not an expert by any means, and I’m quoting my sister who is rather educated in these matters.  I’m not interested, nor capable (in point of fact) in debating the various means of producing fruit in one’s backyard.  It’s just a blog, man.

**which is, in my opinion, one of the funniest agricultural terms.  I always get this image of little plants pleading (in high-pitched voices, naturally) “pick me! pick me!”  Which, of course, only makes me laugh more.  I’m so very easily entertained.

Peppers: the Sequel

May 31st, 2009

Ever notice how stupid things can get in one’s way when trying to do something?  Such as the great difficulty I had in deciding on a title for this blog post? It totally interfered with my writing.  Sheesh.  I’d thought of “Second Coming,” and “They Rise Again,” and “Peppers Spring Eternal,” but nothing seemed quite right.  Not to mention, I wasn’t exactly talking about the rebirth of the (now composted) former pepper plants.  No, in the jungle that was Mike’s indoor nursery, he discovered several other wee pepper plants who had taken refuge in the exuberant foliage of their Nightshade cousins (that is to say: the many tomato plants Mike had sprouted).  And there was much rejoicing.

It’s not everyday, really, that one gets a second chance in life.  Needless to say, Mike is as giddy as a schoolgirl at the prospect of peppers (maybe that really was needless to say.  Sorry Mike).  In any case, the other good news is that these peppers are as robust as the others were sickly.  These plants really look as though they could live long and prosper.

A Plucky Pepper

A Plucky Pepper

We also added a couple of new lettuce-style plants to our garden Friday night.  We attended an Agri-Fun event as part of our local Apple Blosson Festival celebrations, and each of the boys got to “plant” a seedling into a little pot to take home.

Agri-Fun Plant

Agri-Fun Plant

Our elder son thought it was great fun to assist in transplanting his treasure.

Planting with Assistance

"Little Mike" and Big Mike

Whereas our younger son was anxious to hand off the planting duties to Papa, as he had much more important things to do with his Friday evening:

Dandelion Bracelet Construction

Dandelion Bracelet Construction

In spite of all our growing goodies, we are still kind of at a crossroads now, in some ways.  Things are sprouting, things are growing.  The “sqinach” is coming along nicely.  And yet…it’s really a leap of faith to imagine that we’ll actually be able to harvest anything from our little experiment.  Sure, a bean here and a pea there: we can imagine that.  But enough to actually make a meal from?  Meals, even?  It’s just so hard to picture going from wee sprouts to plates full of produce.

It certainly makes me aware of how fortunate we are to live in a part of the world in which our survival doesn’t depend upon the success of our gardening.  Our children will eat regardless of how happy our plants are!

And we will eat well, too!  For the summer months we are taking a break from our CSA share at Taproot Farms, and going with the Heart and Soil CSA.  There is nothing in the world like local produce.  Here’s hoping it’s in addition to our own harvest, rather than in lieu of it!

Predation in Action: with a carbon-based organic repellant

Predation in Action: with a carbon-based organic repellant

And now for something partially different!

May 27th, 2009

Apologies to Monty Python.

This blog (this site, even) is called “Veggie Smith,” and really I’m meant to be telling you all about our edible adventures.  HOWEVER, the whole idea of planting stuff in our yard caught fire with us this year, so I thought I’d fill you in on some of it!  I guess I could have also called this post “planting outside the box,” but that’s just so passé.

I should also mention that one of our plantings is a peach tree (which we hope will qualify as an edible adventure in the years to come), about which you’ll hear more in the next few days.  After we’d planted it, Joan filled us in on what we’d done wrong, and I’ll share about that soon, I promise.   Here it is, for now:

Peach Tree with Gardens and Chestnut tree in the background.

Peach Tree with Gardens and Chestnut tree in the background.

Did you read the caption?  See how I slickly included a reference to our gardens?  And see how they’re covered up?  Yes, we had another frost warning last night.  You may be thinking that Mike likes some of our plants more than others (since some are covered and some are not) but you would be mistaken.  Sadly, Mike has yet to sort out a windproof method of coverage for our gardens.  I’ll let you know what he works out.

You may have also noticed I referred to a chestnut tree!  This is my pride and joy, I kid you not.  I bought this tree at a plant sale fund-raiser* Joany and I attended 2 weeks ago.  It is 9 years old and lovely.  Here is a better view:

Isn't she adorable?  Don't you just want to give her a cuddle?

Isn't she adorable? Don't you just want to give her a cuddle?

If you are a gardening guru, you no doubt already know what is around these trees.  If not: it is cedar mulch which is intended to cut down on weeds and to help retain moisture around the roots.  This site gives you even more fabulous reasons it is the great miracle worker of the mulch world.

At the aforementioned plant sale I also procured 4 Hostas which are lovely plants that grow well in shade.  We’ve planted 3 of them around our Maple Tree:

2 of 3 Hostas under our Maple Tree

2 of 3 Hostas under our Maple Tree

And the 4th hosta has been given a home in “Bubbie’s Garden.”

Bubbie's Garden

Bubbie's Garden

Bubbie/Bubby (in case you’re wondering) is the Yiddish term for Grandmother. This little garden belongs to Mike’s mother (to help satiate her gardening desires now that his parents have moved into a condo).  Mike made these little stones.

Bubbie's Stones

Bubbie's Stones

Isn’t he creative?!  Oh, okay, I’ll admit that he used this kit. It’s really cool, though.

That plant sale was both entertaining and fruitful (even though I was terrified of it beforehand, for some reason: I had an image of throngs of plant crazed individuals trampling one another in their quest for the perfect accent to their already impeccable gardens…in reality it was a lovely, calm, and friendly affair with lots of delightful plants).  In addition to the Hostas (and tree and lots of other stuff) I also nabbed a rose bush, which I was extremely excited about.  I planted it in the wee front garden, which I had earlier relieved of its ivy blight (yes, I said BLIGHT - that stuff rips siding right.off.your.house).

After I had planted the tiny rose bush (and some Hens and Chicks beside it) I decided it looked lonely, so I went to the Superstore (please don’t hate me, nursery owner friends…) and installed a friend for it.

Super on the left, Plant Sale casualty on the right.

Superstore rose on the left, Plant Sale casualty on the right.

As you can see, the plant sale dude is not faring so well.  Joan tells me that roses are basically weeds, though, and have been known to survive mowing (cough *Dad* cough) and other crimes against rosedom.

You may also note that the backdrop for said roses is not entirely gorgeous.  This is the front of our house that has been ravaged by that dang IVY, and also by our neglect.  We’re also trying to remedy this situation with the installation of some Cedar trees and two “Mint Julep” Juniper bushes.  I was going to post a photo, but I think I’ve already gone a bit overboard with pictures today, and the photo was not exactly awe-inspiring featuring, as it does, more of the peeling paint of our foundation wall.  Which will be painted this summer.  Promise.

In all seriousness, though, there is something splendid about attaching ourselves to this piece of the earth.  I take great comfort in knowing that if we were to suddenly vanish, the trees just behind our property would take over our lawn within about 10-15 years.  And they would be accompanied (I hope) by a robust peach tree, and a lovely chestnut tree.

My next post will return to the regularly scheduled program of droning on about Square Foot Gardening ad nauseam.

*for the Kentville Curling Club: you just had to know, didn’t you?

Burgeoning!

May 25th, 2009

Today I noticed our first sprouts!  I must, however, add a disclaimer: I do not know if today is their first appearance, or merely my first notice thereof.  Either way, this is the type of growth one of which one is happy to receive news!

I have noticed the appearance of Spinach, Peas, and Basil.  I would like to take the opportunity, at this time, to point out that Mike lettered the Popsicle sticks so any creativity in spelling is out of my control (not that he spelled Spinach wrong.  Right?  It is spelled Sqinach, right?).

Spinach: Marker and Sprout

Spinach: If he's curious, he can read what he is!

Peas on earth.

Peas on earth: isn't he cute, waving like that?

Basil: no matter how much we grow, it'll never be enough!

Basil: no matter how much we grow, it'll never be enough!

As my  sister and I were examining the gardens today, we were discussing the placement of viney things like peas and cucumbers.  She suggested we add some tomato cages, at which point I informed her that Mike has full intentions to build vegetable scaffolding (see the final definition,all you smarty pants out there in Internet Land).  According to a higher power (ie: Mr. Bartholomew) one should plant all viney guys on the North side of one’s Square Foot Garden, and then the scaffolding can be erected along said edge.  Apparently this will also prevent the towering veggies from overshadowing (literally) their less lofty plant friends and neighbours.  I’m not sure when, exactly, Mike has planned to begin this particular construction project, but I will make sure to update you as soon as he hops to it.  If you are using tomato cages, here is a great set of instruction as to  how to build them yourself!

But back to my sister.  This woman is a gardening maven (most unlike us) and she is slightly nonplussed at our planting schedule. See: where Mike is following the “experts” opinions on when and where to plant things, Joan is using experience (and an extensive knowledge of all things agriculture related).  I could be wrong, but I have a feeling that we’ll be consulting with her more as time goes by!  If you don’t have a Joan of your own*, and you’re looking for a great (if slow to load) website with Canadian Hardiness Zones, this one is fabulous.

Of course, no matter what you plant and when, it’s always important to carefully label your plantings, and to keep those labels in place at all times.

The "large predator," making off with a marker...

Our "large predator," making off with a marker... She was humanely captured and she and the marker were released.

* Incidentally, this would be a great name for your Cable TV show, Joan…just sayin’

R.I.P., Dear Peppers, R.I.P.

May 24th, 2009

I’m terribly sorry to report that our garden has seen its first casualties.  Mike was so consumed with fear for his over-large beans, it never occurred to us that the peppers would expire shortly after they made it out into the great wide world.  But perhaps I should start back at the planting.  And I should point out that the beans seem to be doing quite well.  We have FIVE beans!!! FIVE!!!

We have BEANAGE!

We have BEANAGE!

As you know, Mike started some seedlings very early on (the aforementioned beans), some at just the right time, and some plants got to begin their sprouting days in the actual outdoors.  The big day was last weekend, and Mike followed some careful dictates in terms of how he planted.

First of all: Square Foot Gardening is meant to maximize your gardening space so that you have no unused portions of garden.  Instead of spacing your plants according to the row they are in and the row they are next to (so: 2 directions) they are, rather, spaced according to their position within their square foot.  As you can see, the garden is actually divided (in our case, with twine) so that it is easy to visualize where, exactly, the squares are.

Divvied up into squares

Divvied up into squares

If, for example, your plant should be spaced 6″ from its nearest neighbour, you may plant 2 of them within one 12″ sqare.  If they need only 3″, you may plant 4 of them.  And so on.  If you are so Canadian (or other metric country) that you MUST insist on having all measurements in metric…knock yourself out!  Did you know that if you type  convert 2in to cm (for example) into Google, it’ll convert it for you? Or convert 11c to f*?  Google is grand.

But back to the point at hand!  This method is so cool because there is no wasted space, and no need to have to teach your kids where to walk (and not to walk) in the garden…because NO ONE walks in the garden!  According to Mr. Bartholomew, 4′ is just the right size garden (4′ Square, that is) so that you need never enter the garden, you simply lean over it.

Alas, though, all the Mel’s Mix and careful planning aside, our Peppers have gone to the great Pepper plot in the sky (or something like that).  We don’t really know why, but we’ve been assured that Peppers are no great friend to our particularly capricious climate.  They are, apparently, notoriously difficult to grow here.  Perhaps next year, once Mike reads obsessively about Pepper particulars, we may try again.  Please take a moment to remember our lovely wee pepper plants.

Where they used to be: Mike wouldn't let me photograph the dead seedlings.

Where they used to be: Mike wouldn't let me photograph the dead seedlings.

*5.08cm and 51.8f, if you’re wondering…and lazy.

Problematic Peat?

May 21st, 2009

So I’ve definitely blogged about compost before.  Oh, yes indeed.  Ad nauseum, some might even argue.  Today, whilst hosing down (and poking with a stick) my encrusted and fetid green bin, I was pondering the process by which food becomes compost.  And my single, solitary word on the matter was “gross.”  Yes, that matter is GROSS.

That said, of the 3 components one needs to stuff a box full of Mel’s Mix, compost is the only one entirely free of controversy.  Compost is a “feel-good” venture (that is, when one is not actively engaged in hosing its early stages down: that is more like a “feel-like-barfing” venture).  Vermiculite, as I mentioned in an earlier post, has had a brush with controversy, and it did not emerge entirely unscathed.  However, it must be stressed that in and of itself, Vermiculite is, essentially completely innocuous.

Peat Moss (also known as Sphagnum), on the other hand, is considered by some to be the shady character of this entire lot.  It’s a very simple debate, really, there are those who argue that it’s not a renewable resource, and those who argue that it most certainly is.

I know that some of you will follow these links, but for those who won’t, here are some quick comparisons:

The first site is a paper by Linda Chalker-Scott, Ph.D. (in Horticulture). She argues:

there is no economically realistic, environmentally friendly way to harvest peat moss. This is a natural resource that accumulates at the glacially slow rate of 0.5 – 1.0 mm per year, or about ¼ of an inch. Peat harvesting involves the removal of deep layers of peat that have literally taken centuries to accumulate. In fact, since harvesting implies sustainability, it is more accurate to describe commercial peat removal as mining.

Ouch. In fact, she classifies horticultural usage as “luxury,” since there are alternatives.  Of course, she does concede that its usage in horticulture is excellent, but some of the substitutes perform as well, or better.  The most damning argument (in my mind) is that peat mining releases massive amounts of carbon into the atmosphere and therefore it should be considered a significant contributing factor to climate change.  Double ouch.

Of course, if her take on things doesn’t sit so well with you, you can always check out the latter site by the Canadian Sphagnum Peat Moss Association (who would, of course, not be biased toward hoping you’ll buy the stuff…).  According to their handy FAQ section:

Canadian sphagnum peat moss is a sustainable resource. Annually, peat moss accumulates at more than 70 times the rate it is harvested. Harvested bogs are returned to wetlands so the ecological balance of the area is maintained.

I don’t know about you, but I do kind of wish I’d done my reading before we bought tons of the stuff.  Even if you believe the latter site, there is an argument to be made for using other materials.  And please Google more.  I chose these sites because they seemed to be clear and concise, but there is a wealth of information out there.

One such material, Coir, is on sale at many places at this time of year.  The link I’ve provided (to Veseys) says that “parts of Europe are banning the use of peat by 2010.”  I guess if you want to use Peat Moss, you’d better act fast.

Yes, we bought it...

Yes, we bought it...we're sorry. We won't do it again. Promise.

Graduation

May 20th, 2009

Yes, it’s true.  Our wee plants have been introduced to the real world.  Throwing caution to the wind, Mike braved the harsh elements and transplanted his babies* with nary a backward glance.

Home at last

Home at last

Or something like that.  In actual fact, some of the seedlings are still gazing longingly out of the window.  And it was a lovely day to plant (on Sunday) if not to photograph.  The day was misty and coolish, eventually giving way to actual rain.  Mike pushed on in spite of it, until he was too waterlogged to continue.

Spring in Nova Scotia can be a strange beast.  Right now it’s 15C (about 60F); last night there was a risk of frost.  Tomorrow, it’s supposed to be 30C (86F) or higher.  It’s hard on a tender little plant who is used to being coddled in a room with a view.

Nonetheless, transition they did, and so far, so good.  Mike is holding his breath for his bean plants - as I mentioned in an earlier post, he planted his beans VERY early, but they do seem to be holding up so far.  It’s odd to me how very invested I’ve become in this whole gardening endeavor.  Growing up, gardening meant being compelled to slog through bugs and muck to grudgingly harvest vegetables I wasn’t altogether crazy about eating.  My, how times have changed!  Yesterday I saw the frost warning and I immediately alerted Mike at work.  He rushed off from work early to get PVC tubing (piping?  what do I call that stuff?) to construct covers for our wee darlings.  Okay, I may be overstating this a bit: we’re a one car family and there wasn’t time to get stuff AND be home in time to take our son to Karate.  But I digress.

As per Mr. Bartholomew’s instructions, Mike made these lovely domes for our plants.  I think it took him just over an hour to construct 4 of them, and they seem to have done the job.  The plastic is, of course, removable, so the plants can bask in the glory of sunshine and a lovely breeze today.

Domed

Domed: note the GIANT bean plant...

One down, three to go

One down, three to go

An attempt to show the fancy method for joining the two poles.

An attempt to show the fancy method for joining the two poles.

*I do plan to fill you in a bit more on the transplanting and final preparation of the beds, but for now I’m focused on frost.

Tough Love: Seedling Style

May 15th, 2009

Wow.  A whole week.  My apologies.  It’s been busy.

I intend to fill you in on “hardening off“, but first I should update about our compost kerfuffle (that sounds better in my head than it looks.  Seriously: say it out loud “compost kerfuffle”).  Of course, it really was more of a non-kerfuffle.  And yes, Joany, it’s spelled correctly, I promise!

Last Sunday we were VERY excited to head out to grab our 5 free bags of compost from Valley Waste Resource Management at the Just Us Cafe (well, in their yard, not in the cafe).

See: I didn't make it up!  FREE!!!

See: I didn't make it up! FREE!!! ( and ANNUAL!!!)

As the event was scheduled to go from 9am until the compost was gone, we decided to hustle.  We arrived at 9:40.  Word to the wise: if you plan to partake of this exciting affair in future years, arrive before 9:40.  We were fortunate enough to see the last few bags of compost on their way to their new homes.  There was one benefit to this wasted outing (and not, I might add, a delightful cup of coffee: the cafe doesn’t open until 10 on Sundays).  We got to witness the size of the bags.  It seems the Valley folk are a jaded lot: if I had a dime for every person who said, “a free bag, eh?  What, a Ziploc sandwich bag?” I wouldn’t be after free compost.  Using my trusty eyeball estimate, I’d say the bags are about 12″x36″ (more or less, and no, I won’t estimate in metric.  Google it).  So, yes, a decent size and worth the trek if you can get there at the crack of 9. *ahem*

Boxes: filled with the addition of some purchased compost

Our boxes: filled at last (with the addition of some purchased compost).

But back to the topic at hand.

Tomorrow is the glorious (if rather arbitrary) date the gardening gods have decreed as officially frost free in our zone.  Gardening neophyte as I am, I assumed this meant we’d rush out first thing in the morning and plunk all our happy seedlings into their waiting beds.  My dearly beloved gasped in horror at the thought of such a rude and unceremonious transition for his delicate baby plants.  It seems they need “hardening off” (which, I’ll be honest, was something I thought one allowed Play-Doh projects to do for posterity.  Live and learn).  So each day this week (more or less) we’ve been introducing our tender shoots to the harsh realities of our cruel, cruel climate.  Sun (albeit filtered through a protective tree cover), wind (not TOO much) and rain (although I’ve been instructed to escort our wee darlings back inside should the fore-casted showers prove fiercer than a mild mist).  You may have guessed, by now, that my better half is responsible for the instructions in parentheses.  I’m not sure how we’ll tend to our plantlings’ delicate constitutions once they are *gasp* fending for themselves without benefit of easy transportation indoors at the slightest provocation.  I’m hoping Mike doesn’t decide to build the first dome-covered square foot garden…

Ah, the dappled sunlight on the dainty seedling.

Ah, the dappled sunlight on the dainty seedlings.

All this aside: I have been assured by sources (both online and from actual human beings with whom I have spoken in real life) that hardening off is actually the recommended way to go, including all the seemingly hyperbolic precautions my darling insisted upon.

We're not sure how to protect them from large predators...

We're not sure how to protect them from large predators...