Morning in the Garden

The morning started off cool and foggy as most late summer morning do. After routine chores, I moved on to the garden, intent on getting it ready for some fall garden plantings. Armed with a spade, cordless drill, and some outdoor worthy screws, I did some more path weeding and tackled rebuilding the onion/garlic bed from early summer, the one that had literally burst it’s seams.

The box was put back together in the manner of the ones I repaired late last winter and early spring, placing the corner posts inside and attaching the boards to the outside of them instead of using the grooves that fail. It was moved uphill slightly to align it with the one next to it. The third one in the row is even farther uphill and when it is no longer growing, it will be shifted slightly down hill. Once they are aligned, I am going to install some of the long boards from the old deck to make a long bed instead of three smaller boxes and fill the paths between them. The thin cedar boards are not holding up and will soon rot away. The asparagus bed, you can see above the middle box is not in a box, but is bracketed on each end by one, so long boards will be used to create another long bed there once the asparagus ferns are cut back for winter. Some asparagus have escaped the original bed, so those crowns will be dug and moved back into the bed, knowing that it will stunt them for a couple of years. After repair and re-leveling, the bed was fed with some of the fermented comfrey and some of the comfrey tea. By the time some weeding had been done and the box rebuilt, the fog had burned off and the temperature already heading for the 90 degree mark, the prediction for the day. When it cools off this evening, I will move a barrow of compost over to it, dig it in and plant fall peas. Over the next couple of days, the longer bed where the mint had been planted will get the box made for it, compost added, and some other fall veggies planted. Later in the week there are rain showers expected and cooler, wetter weather next week which will be good for getting the seed started. The garlic will be planted where the first planting of beans grew and where the tomatillos are at the back of the box. When the tomatillos die back, that box will receive a load of compost and await the arrival of the garlic order that will come late fall.

For now, gardening is limited to early morning and late afternoon as it is too hot in the middle of the day to do anything physical outside.

This sunflower is a volunteer that came up by the side garage door. For days the bud looked like Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors, but yesterday it bloomed. It isn’t the best location for a sunflower, but is is fairly short and thin stemmed, so it will stay and bloom.

After all the wet we had, the past few days have been very hot and dry, the new walled garden had to be watered for a couple of hours yesterday. Most of the plants that I transplanted to that garden survived. The purple Echinacea that I moved from a pot where it had been started from seed did not survive the move. It is too late to start it again, but there are two plants in front of the volunteer sunflower and one of them may be moved when it isn’t so hot out. About the time the garlic goes in the ground, I will plant some Baptisia seed that has to freeze before it will germinate. It’s blue flowers will look lovely in the bed with the purple and yellows of the other flowers there.

Stay safe everyone.

A morning surprise

I get up shortly after the sky lightens in the morning and go about my morning routine of personal hygiene, letting the pups out and preparing their food while they are out, heating the kettle to make a pot of tea I will drink iced during the day and to make my morning pour over mug of coffee, letting the hens out to a morning treat, and hanging the bird feeder. Once that is all done, I sit with my breakfast and a book or podcast. This morning, I had finished that and moved up to my chair to spin and post an update on the spinning challenge and the earth moved. There was a 5.1 earthquake about 100 miles almost due south of us. That is the second quake we have felt since moving here, things rattle and it is over, wondering what just happened. It was subtle enough here that it didn’t even wake hubby.

My spinning update had me clearing all three spindles last night and this morning. Everything was plied or wound into ply balls and two spindles were started with more fiber. One spindle is sitting idle for now. For the challenge, we spin a minimum of 25 grams during the month. We get extra credit if the fiber is a rare breed and as the challengers are worldwide, the rare breed list varies with the U.S. participants using the Livestock Conservancy list that is also used for the Shave ‘Em to Save ‘Em challenge that I completed last year. As it turns out, all of the fiber that I was spinning qualifies as two were Shetland and one was Tunis.

The two Shetland fibers are blended with silk and that wouldn’t count for the Livestock Conservancy challenge, but does count for this, however when I asked, initially I was told it has to be pure or blended with another rare breed, so I had bought the Tunis fiber, the blue above. The teal is Gray Shetland and silk dyed, and the purple ply ball is Shetland and silk that is in the bowl with shades from ruby red to dark purple.

We went in to take a walk on the railgrade trail and there were so many people out, most not wearing masks and many disregarding social distancing, walking three abreast on the trail. We drop into single file when we pass someone, but few others bother. It was brutally hot again, about 90 f (32+ c), but dry. Fortunately, most of the section we walked is in the shade of the tree canopy.

Once home, since I was already hot and sweaty, I resolved to get some garden work done and see what I could harvest. The long shoots on the grapevine that are not bearing fruit were pruned back to the confines of the arbor posts. About half of the garden was weeded, sunflowers cut for the house, and peppers, cucumbers, and tomatoes picked and brought in. Soon there will be beans again.

To give you some perspective on how sloped my garden plot is, the two tall sunflowers are both 9 feet tall, I measured them today.

When we moved here, there was a Korean restaurant in the next little town to the west. She has since retired and sold it to a BBQ place. Another Korean restaurant was supposed to open in Blacksburg, but the pandemic closing has halted that. I don’t know whether it will ever open there. Son 1 recently posted that they have started doing Korean BBQ and Chinese Hot Pot at home since going to a restaurant isn’t an option now. That inspired me to try a Korean meal. We will be having Pork Bulgogi bowls with steamed rice tonight. I’m sure it won’t be as good as Connie’s, but at least it will be different. I’ll let you know if it is repeatable.

Week’s End

The grass is knee deep. It is still hot. Thunderstorms are the norm. Our riding mower has a flat tire again and needs fuel, but also for the grass to dry enough to safely mow it.

The garden has loved the rain, but the tomatoes are slow to ripen this year. My logs and pictures of past years show jams and sauces canned by now, but this year no berries were picked, I have just finally gotten enough tomatillos to make a two half pint recipe of simmer sauce. To do that, I will have to use one of the smaller stock pots for the waterbath as I’m not going to heat up the giant one for two half pints. I may just keep freezing them until there are enough to make the task worth while. Even with the cucumber pruning, I harvested 3 more yesterday and saw many more gherkin sized ones that will be large enough to pick in a couple of days. It is time to get out and work a couple of beds for some fall veggies. The potato bed is clear but needs compost, the bed where the first beans were is clear on half of it, the tomatillos are in the other half, but it too needs compost.

My spinning has slowed some, I have been reading Appalachian historical fiction, starting with “The Bookwoman of Troublesome Creek,” then on to “The Giver of Stars.” Both books based on the Pack Horse Libraries in Kentucky. Those two books were holds from the local library. I am on to “A Parchment of Leaves” on loan from a friend.

Yesterday’s mail has both a new fiber I had ordered, Merino/Baby Camel/Silk and a new to me tiny spindle. The tiny Jenkins Kuchulu spindles are very travel friendly and because of their petite size, I can use them in the car when sitting somewhere for an appointment, caught behind traffic or an accident, or to just have when there is a period of time that I am idle.

None of my spindles are large, the left and middle ones are only 4″ diameter, the smaller one on the far right is only 2 1/2.” The blue ply ball is 28 grams. It will continue to grow, but the red will remain in individual turtles until I decide how it will be plied.

We managed a walk on the rail grade today, the sole mask wearers (except one young woman with a bandana). Today, tomorrow, Sunday, and Monday are the only window I see for the next 10 days to finish getting our first mowing of hay down and baled. No one is here working, so I don’t think it is going to happen.

Pretty Sunflowers, a couple of them are 10′ tall. Soon it will be time to cut and dry heads for the seed.

I wear a mask to be part of the solution, not part of the problem. Please wear yours too.