My Garden (how’s that for a, well, boring title??)

Ah yes, gardening is truly a joy when done, and done right! For the past 3 years I have had miserable excuses for a garden, and none of them did well. In fact, one might even call them, well, failures. Yeah, just thought I’d throw that out there.

What a wonderful thing, then, to travel 2000 miles away and suddenly discover that I had time to have a nice garden!!!

No having to take care of goats and milk them twice a day.

No having to put said goats back in their pen several times a day, having escaped from, well, temporary fences that never became permanent, no having to go milk cows at a dairy twice a day on a schedule, no having to go pull cranky customers’ weeds RIGHT NOW, no having to mow said cranky customers’ lawns in the middle of rainstorms and having to clean out old and dying mowers of soggy lawn clippings that clogged said old and dying mowers’ bronchial tubes. No having to repair mowers or weedeaters. No having to spend hours of frustration bent almost double in some poorly designed Ford’s engine, trying to get it to work so I could work. No more time spent pestering customers to please pay me. No more NUTHIN!! I was free, free as a bird.

*note: I did enjoy milking, just sayin’ it got kind of crazy at times*

Well, almost. I still have to work 4 and sometimes 5 days a week, but hey I get paid for it and when my 8 hours is done, then my time is up. I don’t have to do anything more. I can go putter around in my garden and watch it grow and enjoy it, which is what I do very very often. Thus, I shall proceed to expound, both visually and prose-thetically, on some of my garden and growings.

They graciously let me use a bit of garden space here, and, since I had a LOT of things I wanted to plant, and I had a LITTLE area to plant in, I have, of necessity, engaged in various and sundry methods of intensive garden planting. It’s been interesting. Some experiments have worked, and some haven’t. Some have yet to come to fruition. One thing I’ve learned, though, is that no matter how hard you may want to, 46 tomato plants simply are not going to fit comfortably, even intensively planted, in a small area if you want to plant other things. Which I happened to want to do.

Naturally, being a gardener, I’d seeded far too many tomato plants. I don’t even like tomatoes. I’d even thought I was being conservative when seeding the trays. But I had about twice as many as I could get in my allotted garden space. So I repotted some of them and have been selling most of them here at the farm store.  I have several more late-planted things, like melons and cucumbers that I also have too much of, even though I planted even LESS of them, so I think I may try repotting some of them and setting them out to see if they’ll sell as well. Hey, it can’t hurt, right?!

And I must not neglect to show a picture of my jicama, my sweet little jicama, the only one of ten seeds to sprout. Jicama is a wonderful wonderful invention, and I could probably have had 10 jicama plants instead of one, except that it was only after I had seeded jicama for the second time and it looked like even THOSE weren’t coming up that I thought perhaps, maybe, there just might be some special way you had to plant them.

 

There was.

 

It turns out one must soak the seeds for some length of time. Which I had not done. Fortunately one brave little seed decided to sprout anyway, which was very kind of it, and it is now in one of the greenhouses. Hopefully it will come to fruition.

For those of you who do not know what jicama is….SHAME ON YOU!!!! Ok, just kidding. Jicama is probably the most wonderful vegetable ever, on the face of the earth. It is probably the ultimate Unity Vegetable–those who eat it will feel so satisfied, so grateful, so glad and happy, warm and fuzzy that they will forget who they were arguing with, they will put down their forks and will not kill each other. (for those of you initiated, that is a joke from -you-know-where, thank you very much Jostie Flicks) They will smile and be happy. They will have good digestion. Their pants will stay up, their vegetables will grow, their cows will give milk, er, goats, excuse me, their Fords will run well.

I am sure that jicama has probably been the unknown hero in countless situations throughout the centuries. No jicama, no happiness. Ok, so anyway, jicama is a South American root vegetable, it is also called a yam bean, it does produce pods and beans (which are poisonous) The root, happily, is not; it is round, brown on the outside, skin is somewhat like a beet, the inside is pure white and crunchy. Not like water chestnut, of course, because water chestnuts are disgusting. Jicama has, like I said, a crunchy, robust texture, and a strong, earthy, sweet, fulfilling flavor.

Like I said, it is absolutely the best vegetable ever created. I was entirely too excited when I found seeds for this vegetable in an heirloom seed company’s catalog late last year. I immediately ordered some. It has to grow in a greenhouse as it is a more tropical vegetable, but that is fine. I’d have a whole greenhouse built just to have my jicama. I hardly ever get it and it is SOOOOOO good! Looking forward to getting some jicama later this year.

Anyway, the first picture below is of my beloved, precious jicama. I have a special bond with it, because, not only is it the only one I have, it is single, like me.

Oh Jicama!
Oh Jicama!

The other pictures hopefully show you a bit of my garden. I won’t take time to list all the things that are planted in there, but there’s a lot! Tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, endives, lettuce, carrots, beets, onions, kale, broccoli, etc, etc, etc. There are some rather unusual plants in there, and some that I probably would never bought seeds for on my own, but most of the seeds in this garden come from a packaged deal that was given to me by a friend last Christmas. So thus I have endives, eggplant, okra, and things like that. And of course lots of tomatoes. I guess I’ll just save the seed from these tomatoes so I can grow more to sell next year when I start my farm (Lord willing, that is). I certainly don’t intend on eating them. Good grief, don’t you know where tomatoes come from? They’re from the nightshade family, people, the DEADLY NIGHTSHADE family! Who knows why there are over 4000 tomato varieties. I guess people like them….Anyway, in this garden, I’ve got black tomatoes, yellow pear, green tomatoes, yellow ones, red ones, pink ones, etc.

I guess that’s about all for now on the garden. And yes I will finish the Missouri trip update when I get a round tuit. Round tuits are in short supply these days, so be patient.

Earlier days...
Earlier days…
Later days of the garden...
Later days of the garden…
later days II...
later days II…
Beautiful Red Romaine..
Beautiful Red Romaine..
Beautiful Onions...
Beautiful Onions…

And that’s all for now, folks!

4 thoughts on “My Garden (how’s that for a, well, boring title??)

  1. workinggirl20 June 6, 2013 — 3:29 AM

    “No having to spend hours of frustration bent almost double in some poorly designed Ford’s engine,..” I can imagine that it would be frustrating being in a ford engine……tight quarters, hu? 😀

  2. Thank you for beautiful prose regarding your garden and your thoughts about vegetables. Very well done! We are looking forward to the next installment of the Missouri adventure.

  3. A special bond hey? I hope that it loves you as much as you love it! speaking of ford trucks, that reminds me of a certain truck that had a certain way of starting. I remember the gas peddle being pumped enthusiastically. PUMPA, PUMPA, PUMPA! And, the starter, REEER, REEER, REEER! Then, VROOM, and BANG, and SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!!! Then VROOM VROOM VROOM, as the gas peddle is pumped to keep the engine running. Then the seat jerks back and forth as the truck starts, every part is either banging or clanging, or falling off. Temporary fences? Mmmm, that reminds me of a certain person…………. Goats getting out? Ahh, yes. Papita. Me remembers with strength and accuracy.
    Daniel
    (Horse I.N.C.)

  4. Ah…. interesting, and how big, approximately speaking, are these Ford Trucks?
    Yes, temporary fences. Hmmmm
    I seem to remember something of the sort.

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