Yippee! My second (or is it the third?) planting of spinach was finally big enough to harvest yesterday.
Also, a few baby Swiss chard leaves. This cooler weather may not be good for tomatoes and such, but we'll take more fresh greens and be happy about it.
As everyone knows, it's hard to check the zucchini closely enough so at least one of them doesn't get away from you.
No, I haven't managed to get that second batch of Zucchini Bread made yet. Way too much happenin' around here. Heck, up until noon today, I sincerely thought it was Wednesday instead of Thursday. Arrrgh.
Speaking of the zucchini, this is a shot of my zucchini/nasturtium bed. Can you make out the zucchini plant in the middle of this jumble? I always plant a raised bed of one zucchini plant in the center with nasturtiums on either end. This year the nasturtiums went wild but haven't quite succeeded in choking out the zucchini. So far.
I made the first harvest of yellow beans yesterday. (They always mature before the green beans.) I also picked what I'm sure will be the last of the shell peas and sugar snap peas. The sugar snap peas we eat fresh (gobble, gobble, nom, nom) for as long as they last. I've given up freezing them because they come out so very limp and, to my mind, unappetizing. I ended up with only about a third of the shell peas put by that I need for our year's consumption. Baaad year for shell peas. I'm going to pull out the vines asap so I don't have to look at them and be reminded of the failure this year.
The pumpkin pie vines have made it to the summit (!) and are now traipsing over the top of the arbor trellis.
This is the largest pie pumpkin and is already about as big as it will get. Now if we can just get the color and ripeness to the right stage . . .
We uncovered the blueberry bushes yesterday and picked the berries that were ripe. Ended up with only two and three-quarters quarts, but I'm happy to say there are a lot of unripe berries still to come. The above shot of the three rows of bushes covered up again looks like huge, wiggly, creepy-crawly things from a horror movie.
I'm spending the day today inside (it's been raining since we got up) trying to get caught up on household-y type things. I may even get that second batch of Zucchini Bread made. Maybe. Or not.
Almost before I was awake this morning, I pulled on jeans, a short sleeved shirt and a sweatshirt. I am a sweatshirt kinda gal and maybe that's a perk to this cool August weather. Sweatshirts are once again a part of my wardrobe, at least for now.
Then I was out and off to the farm to get fresh milk products . . . before my latte even! (What was I thinking?) We were overdue for a resupply.
Cottage cheese in process.
Papa Pea was missing cream for his coffee and I was missing the cottage cheese I make for quick, light meals this busy time of year.
I didn't see anyone at the farm; I'm pretty sure all the activity was in the milking parlor as it was no doubt morning milking time.
As I was loading up my purchased bounty, a few calves came out of their side door of the barn and into the morning sunshine of their outdoor pen. I think they've taken it upon themselves these days to act as the official meeters and greeters to the business in and out of the milk house.
Traffic on the roads on my 18 mile round trip journey was 'bout even between guys in pick-ups on their way to work and deer. All in all, a gorgeous morning for a ride. Cool, crisp and sunshiny.
Baked a batch of zucchini bread last night which we sampled for breakfast. Mmmm, good.
I'm going to do another batch today substituting half of the butter with applesauce, adding a little more grated zucchini and cutting the sugar. I like to bake it in my small loaf pans rather than two regular size pans. Makes a more convenient size for giving away (much better than a couple of over-sized zucchini, right?) or taking on a hike or short vehicle trip.
Also on the schedule is harvesting and processing some beets. Gotta uncover the blueberries (sigh, whadda job) to check for ripe ones. The small orchard of new (last year) fruit trees needs to be weeded.
I also want to plant some salad greens to see if they'll germinate and produce a new crop of lusciousness for us late into the season. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I'll spare you a close-up look inside.
Papa Pea picked a good amount of ripe raspberries yesterday but, sadness and woe, when I opened a container from the fridge this morning to have with fresh cream, I found the berries are once again infested with little white worms which I believe are the larvae of the fruit fly. (Pardon me while I go do a small shudder dance.) The berries developed the worms at the end of last year's season and it looks like they've come on stronger than ever this year. Good thing the raspberry canes are scheduled to come out this year (they are geriatric and have needed to be replaced) and a new raspberry patch planted. Oh, well.
The poultry will think it's a holiday when I dump the wormy berries.
It's Monday Wash Day as usual so I'd better get on with that. Here's wishing all of you a wonderful week!
It's been a long time since I've had a gardening season that has been so challenging. We started spring and the first half of summer with very cool, very wet weather and a lack of sunshine which did nothing to get my little plants and seeds off to a good start. Everything was slow, slow, slow. Then without a period of gradual warm-up, temperatures that were hotter and more humid than normal arrived. Along with nary a drop of rain for weeks. Cool weather crops that didn't even thrive in the previously cool weather came to an abrupt halt in the broiling temps. The veggies needing heat started to grow but without any moisture other than what we could provide by watering, which you all know is simply not the same as natural rainfall, haven't developed properly. Then we turned the calendar to August 1st and, just like that, our temps dropped again leaving the garden, and the gardener, more perplexed than ever. We're down into the fifties at night and not much higher than the sixties during the day. I'm still waiting to get a second picking of peas and beans have barely formed. Flea beetles are making lace of all the brassicas left in the garden. Brussels sprout plants aren't producing any sprouts. Cabbages aren't forming heads. The cabbage moths set up housekeeping in my second planting of broccoli which ended up so infested with worms that the poultry feasted on all those heads. Cucumbers and peppers started to form slowly, but now are wondering where the heat they need has gone. Birds have attacked our blueberry crop, and we've had to cover the bushes hoping we still get a partial harvest. Pumkins and squash are green, tennis ball size at the biggest. Oh, my. Such a dismal picture I've painted. I'll admit I have a strong urge to let my Debbie Downer thinking take over and start to clean out the garden, calling it quits for the season. But. Hope springs eternal, and there's still a chance (please say there is) this weather will blow away as quickly as it came and we'll find ourselves in a long, beautiful end-of-summer/fall period of perfect growing conditions. It really could happen. And then I'll be totally embarrassed that I carried on in this grump-dump, hissy-fit sort of a way. No, it's not the end of the world. But I do feel responsible for providing a large part of our food supply for each year. And this year, I don't see how we could have our usual plentiful harvest. I've made lots of notes for next season to help, at least, work around some of the garden's difficulties, but bottom line, it's hard to fight Mother Nature. We won't starve. To say we're so much better off than early pioneers who had no alternatives regarding their food supply other than what they could grow themselves is an understatement. We won't suffer anywhere near as much financially as a hard-working farmer who loses his field crops and income due to the whims of the weather. And none of this will keep me from feeling eager for next year's garden. So please excuse my grumbling this chilly Saturday morning. I think I've gotten it out of my system by all this grousing. Now I may just go start a small fire in the wood stove in the kitchen to take the chill off the house. The view out the windows of the leaves on the trees starting to turn color (yes, they are) is kinda pretty.
I'm having trouble with my Sweet Peas again this year, same as for the past couple of years.
I keep rotating them into different beds but not seeing much improvement. New seeds this year, too. Finally got the first couple of blossoms a day or so ago, but the vines are drying out and look as though they're gonna give up the ghost. Darn.
The Morning Glories have been so, so slow this year. They're hardly halfway up their teepee trellis and I've seen only one blossom. Sigh.
There is one decent sized green pepper already on this widdle-biddie pepper plant, no less. When I first started my pepper seeds early this spring, I thought I was getting very poor germination on them so a couple/few weeks later I started a whole new batch. Turns out the first were just slow germinating so that batch went outside much earlier than the later batch.
This is the bed of the earliest set out. Do they have any peppers on them yet? Noooo. But one of the later transplanted very small plants (above) does.
Our kohlrabis are coming in. This is just the nice size we like for cutting into sticks and eating raw with dip. Yum, so fresh, crisp and yet tender.
I can hardly wait for fresh slicing cucumbers to put in salads, on sandwiches and munch out of hand. This biggest one I've found so far is a whole 4" long!
Gilligan gave me some gladioli bulbs (corms) for my birthday back in April and these are the first ones to bloom. I think they're gorgeous and I'm enjoying seeing them in their unique color combination. My friend in Wisconsin sent me a nice sampling last fall of the glads she grows. (Karen, the green spears of those are up high and healthy and I'm eagerly awaiting their showy blooms soon.)
I haven't grown any turnips for several years and I think I know why now. They're good sized already and we've sampled them both cooked and raw with dip. We're just not crazy about them. Actually, Papa Pea asked me to grow a small sampling of turnips and mangels this year to try as a supplemental feed for the poultry this winter. Both are doing well in the garden . . . and I hope the poultry like the turnips better than we do.
I just made another big batch of strawberry fruit leather. I peel it off the parchment paper sheets . . .
. . . and cut it into strips, fold the strips in half, wrap in wax paper and store all in glass jars tucked away in the pantry.
The peppermint has grown enough to cut again. These eight trays of it went into the dehydrator this morning and are now dried and put away as part of the supply I'm trying to stock up on for the coming year. I'll do another eight trays tomorrow.
AND my shell peas will finally be ready for the picking to start on them tomorrow. Whoopee!
I live with my husband on a small homestead in Northeastern Minnesota. Our daughter (Beyond the Fork in the Road) currently lives in a small cabin in the woods not too far from us.
Our place is located outside a small tourist town and a two and a half hour's drive from the nearest big city. Trips to the city are infrequent, well-planned, and exhausting!
We currently raise chickens and have hives of honey bees. Raising some of our meat and most of our fruits and vegetables is a priority for us; so, along with our birds for meat and eggs, we have fruit trees, berry patches and a huge vegetable garden.
Quilting is my passion, and I could happily spend each day in my quilt studio if I weren't happily spending each day out in the garden. Good thing we have winters up here; Mother Nature helps keep my life balanced.
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Mother of Grown Child (I Am So Proud of Her)
Fanatic Gardener (So Many Seeds, So Little Summer)