The Garden Is In

Garden June

(I know the tomato cages are upside down.  I was too exhausted tonight to actually set them right.)

It’s hard to convey how much work this little garden was, or how many dumb mistakes I’ve made along they way.  From starting plants from seed to building the raised bed, filling the thing with soil, and then finally getting stuff planted…it was a bit of a project.

We wound up building a 10′ x 6′ bed, rather than the 12′ x 4′ bed my book described.  The construction itself wasn’t too hard; just planks and decking screws.  Making it more of a challenge was the fact that our backyard is essentially a slope, so the VEB had to do a lot of digging to make the bed reasonably level.    I thought the size was fine until I went to plant stuff, and realized that 6′ wide means it’s a little hard to reach into the middle of the bed.  Whoops.

Alas, not all of my seedlings made it into the garden.  I wound up with 5 tomato plants started from seed, all cherry romas and peach tomatoes.  My last remaining “German Pink” seedling died this week, so I bought one “big boy” from the local nursery to make sure we had at least one “regular” red tomato plant.  There are a few cucumbers and squash seedlings that made it in, but are a little touch-and-go at the moment.  I did buy an extra cucumber plant this morning just to be on the safe side.  My watermelon seedlings seem to be doing well, so those made it in – one “sugar baby” and then some sort of orange colored watermelon, just as an experiment.  (Who am I kidding, it’s all an experiment….)  I also impulsively acquired some pepper plants (all of my pepper seedlings died) and some completely unplanned strawberry plants.  Those went in too, though I worry I may have too many peppers and strawberries in there.  We’ll see; if I have to thin them out I will.  I also threw in some lettuce and spinach seeds for good measure.

I also bought some marigolds, as they are supposedly an organic manner of pest control.  I also came home from the nursery with a pot of mint (there will be mojitos!), as well as lavender, bee balm, and catnip.  Those are going to have to go outside the raised bed, but I’m fine with that.  (I also bought several plants for the front flower bed to go with the pink hydrangea my sister gave me, which finally got planted today…but that’s another project.)

This project came in at about $250, including everything from the seeds, soil and plants to the wood and screws we bought to build the bed.  We didn’t actually lay all that out ourselves – I had some gift cards from my birthday that helped put a dent in our costs.  It took us an afternoon to build the bed, and then another day to level it off enough so that we could fill it with soil and plant it, and then (more or less) another weekend to deal with the soil and planting.  We used a mix of dirt that was already on the property mixed with organic garden soil and peat moss, plus a compost/fertilizer mix.  Next to the wood, the soil was the biggest expense; we totally underestimated the amount of dirt we needed, or how much it was going to cost.  As much as I tried to do this project without buying anything from a big box store we got the lumber at Home Depot, and most of the soil from Lowe’s.

Was it worth it?  The proof will be in the pudding, of course, but I honestly doubt we will get $250 worth of produce out of this garden this year.  Maybe I’ll be surprised?  A summer farm share around here runs between $500-$600 for a 12-week season, which is more than this project cost but (obviously) would be a lot less work!  Plus, a farm share would give us a wider range of vegetables than what we planted.  That said, next year’s garden costs will be substantially less, since we’ll already have the bed built, plus I’ll be able to put in some garlic this fall to be ready in the spring.  I am going to invest in grow lights though; my tomato seedlings were very spindly this year.

All that said?  I was pretty tickled to see it this evening.  It felt good to conceive of a project and then make it happen, with literally my (very dirty) bare hands, and it was also fun to work with the VEB on it.  Plus, it was a much-needed distraction for both of us from all the moving boxes piling up, and all the cat drama that’s been going on (oh lord deliver me from cat drama…).  Now we watch, weed and wait.

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“Tenacious D” and the Blue Jays

Cleo Front Yard

There are a pair of blue jays nesting in the arbor vitae near the house. At first I was pretty excited about this, but as it turns out blue jays are beautiful but nasty little creatures that enjoy dive bombing things, including people.  And cats.   In particular, this cat – Cleo, aka “Dippy-Do”, aka “Tenacious D”.  Basically, she steps one paw out the door and the jays start squawking to high heaven.  I’ve watched them fly into the side of the house just to ricochet off it, and swoop within inches of the cat’s head.  Personally I wouldn’t tempt fate like that, but these birds seem to have no fear.  Cleo just ignores them and goes about her business; she is much more interested in chasing moths and bees.

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Baxter State Park

Baxter South Branch Pond

Baxter Sky

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I got home this afternoon and scanned my photos from the weekend, and I found myself disappointed.  I took pictures of all the wrong things.  No roaring fire at night, no night sky filled with stars, no green swirling pools of water at the bottom of waterfalls.  No tears after I fell out of the canoe while trying to get into it, tipping it over and sending the VEB and our cameras into the pond. (All miraculously unscathed, save for a big bruise on my arm.) Getting back in and canoeing the upper pond, where a beaver slapped his tail at us before disappearing under the water that mirrored the cliffs above.  And no pictures of Katahdin, which remained hidden from view behind the clouds.

And then the things that can’t be photographed:  the sounds of grouses beating their feathers, almost more felt than heard; being woken up at two in the morning by several angry loons; leaving the phone in the car because there’s no service and after a few hours not even missing it; the utter peace of a late afternoon nap after a hike and a paddle.

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Baxter’s so big that one weekend barely counts as a visit.  Much of the park was still closed due to bad road and trail conditions, thanks to the long hard winter; in fact the campground we stayed at (South Branch) had just opened the day before we arrived.  It got pretty cold at night, and the bugs were a little ugly at times.  I’d probably not go again so early in the season, although it did mean there were very few people around and we practically had the place to ourselves.  That said, I’d go back in a heartbeat.  It’s so beautiful, really impossibly so…and remote in a way that forces you to forget everything you left behind, at least for a little while.  And the rangers were incredibly kind, going out of their way to help us make the most of our short little adventure.  It made me feel a little guilty for it taking 43 years and meeting someone from Massachusetts for me to make it up there; but at the same time, the place made me really proud to be a native Mainer.  And, just a tiny bit guilty for having left in the first place.

 

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Because I Cannot Move Another Box

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The Great Damping Off of 2014

Well, the pepper plants didn’t make it.  I only started two pots, mind you, but both seedlings keeled over the other day.  I had put them outside for a few hours and thought maybe the wind had just been a little too strong, but upon closer inspection the seedlings looked like they had been pinched at the soil line, and that is apparently a sign of “damping off“.  Combined with the mushroom I found, I suspect that I was indeed watering them too much.

I thought the tomato plants were okay though, until this morning when I found one of them similarly flopped over and pinched.  I am fretting over the remainder; in fact I raced home this evening to put them near a fan (I’m reading that air circulation can help with this).  It’s weird though, because all of the plants seemed perfectly happy and healthy, sprouting new leaf growth.  I’m now torn between waiting it out and trying something like a chamomile tea or hydrogen peroxide solution that might – but probably not – kill whatever fungus is doing this.  Meanwhile the squash, cucumbers and watermelon seeds I started last week are already starting to sprout, and I’m worried that I started them in much too small of pots since the roots are already snaking out the bottom.

Truly, despite all my research I’ve made so many dumb beginner mistakes on this garden project!  I put too many seeds in each pot, thinking only one or two would germinate, then wound up with 5 or 6 sprouting in each pot.  And then I thinned them later than I should have.  I thought grow lights would be completely unnecessary, but now have several “leggy” tomato plants from them having to stretch to get enough light from my window.  (With the worst offenders I was able to add more compost to the pot and bury a little bit more of the plant stems, which seems to have helped, and hopefully it will start warming up so that they can go outside for some direct sun.  Assuming, of course, they don’t die first.)  Watering has also been a challenge.  Up until recently I was watering them from the top, rather than the bottom.  And, obviously, I’m having a hard time figuring out what is enough (but not too much) water.

The other thing is, on the advice of the garden store lady I used compost for my seedlings.  I told her that I had read that seedlings should be started in soil-less potting mixtures so they don’t get dirt-born diseases/fungus, but she convinced me the compost was the way to go.  While I’m sure I’ve been over-watering, I can’t help but wonder if the compost was a bad idea after all, especially since she said to me, “worst case scenario the seedlings won’t make it and you can just buy plants then.”  Hmmm.  It’s really too late at this point to try more tomato and pepper seeds – I’ll have to buy plants at the nursery now, but next year I’m going the sterile route to see what happens.

On the one hand, it’s a great lesson about how hard it actually is to grow actual food in a non-commercial, non-chemical manner.  It’s enough to make you wonder how we survived as a species for so long pre-industrialization.  And germs are everywhere!  On the other hand: seriously, I can’t grow a stupid pepper plant???  It’s a little demoralizing, I have to tell you.

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Moving & Growing

I forgot how stressful moving is.  Given the number of times I’ve moved since college (this makes #15, I think) you’d think I’d be a pro.  You’d think I would have become a minimalist who can throw everything into a suitcase at the drop of the hat and be gone, leaving no trace behind.  But, no.  Not even close.  And even though I have the entire month of May to move we are going camping Memorial Day weekend, so I’d like to get it all done beforehand.  Plus, I’m sure that once I give my current landlord official notice that I’m leaving she’s going to want to start showing the apartment, and that means a certain level of tidiness must be achieved.

So, I spent most of yesterday cleaning and sorting and throwing out, and the VEB brought some stuff up to his house — two big tubs of fabric, and another tub full of linens.  And he lugged out my recycling and several bags of trash.  Today was supposed to be another marathon (no pun intended) cleaning and tossing session, but thus far I’ve managed to sit on the couch, drink coffee and wonder about this:

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Overnight a tiny toadstool appeared in one of my pepper seedlings.  From what I can Google this doesn’t seem like a bad thing per se, and may be from wood chips in the organic compost I used.  Someone suggested I might be over-watering, and I suppose that is possible but I’m skeptical.  The plants have not been outdoors yet, but I have had the back door open here and there so it’s possible spores blew in.  I guess I just yank it out and continue on?  Meanwhile, I’m getting ready to start the seeds for cucumbers, watermelons and squash, and wondering just how to go about thinning the tomato seedlings without making a complete and utter mess of my kitchen.

In other growing news, I’m happy to report that things are finally starting to bloom around here.  We went to the arboretum on Saturday to do a test run of setting up the VEB’s new tent and saw these:

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Daffodils (jonquils?), and then what I think is a magnolia tree is beginning to bloom.

Finally, a gratuitous kitty shot, because after the last two nights of her waking me up at 3 am by stomping on my head and yowling in my ear, I need to be reminded of how cute she is.  She’s sitting on my newly-finished quilt, which she has already claimed for herself:

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Bewitched

Two months ago we found a house that I desperately wanted to rent.  It was quaint and had a big yard and a bathroom that I could live with (I am ridiculously fussy about bathrooms, they are the only room that must be tidy at all times), plus it had plenty of room to accommodate our three cats who may or may not decide to get along.  Alas the VEB wasn’t so enamored, and while I tried to convince him of its charms we wound up losing the place to someone else.  I was disappointed, but I could not deny that it was at the top end of the price range we had discussed.  And, I had the sense to know that we needed to find a place we both liked, and that if I really pressured the VEB he would wind up hating the place.   So, we kept looking.  And looking.  What ensued over the next weeks was a blur of apartments, all of which were too small with terrible bathrooms and questionable neighbors (not to mention a few questionable landlords).  Every now and again we’d wind up driving by the house I loved and I’d pout about it being MY house, and it wasn’t too long before the VEB began to see that maybe I was right.  I’m not sure if he was swayed by my pouting or the other bad apartments, but at the time it was moot.  Somebody else got my house, and that was all that mattered.

Still, I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that I was supposed to live there.

On Saturday morning the VEB was in the other room at his computer when I heard him shouting, asking me to guess what place was listed again.  It was my house! The look on his face was a mixture of surprise and disbelief, mixed with a tinge of “Oh crap, I never should have conceded that it was probably the perfect place for us.”  Indeed.  And within five minutes I was emailing the landlord; the lease with the other people had fallen through, and I lickety-split filled out the application.  While there are a few i’s to dot and t’s to cross, we should be all set with a lease in the next day or two.  !!!!!!!!!!!!

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Having declared victory of sorts (I KNEW I was going to live in that house one way or another, dammit), we decided to go to Salem for the afternoon.  I don’t know why, but I’ve been wanting to go for a couple of years.  We thought it would be a good place to go take pictures, but oddly?  It kind of wasn’t.  We had a nice lunch and a long walk – it’s bigger than you might think – but we didn’t find ourselves becoming enamored with the place.  A TON of money has been poured into the downtown area, and there’s lots of revitalization that has happened…normally I’m all for that, but in a weird way the character of the place has been altered.  Even though the history is still there, it’s drowning in touristy shops selling “magickal” things and offering authentic psychic readings.  The VEB teased me about the latter, because few weeks ago I happened to meet someone who is, among other things, a medium.  I didn’t know that, of course; there was a conversation about songs on the radio, and I just happened to remark about how I’d been hearing REM constantly on the radio since Tom (the ex boyfriend) died.  She then told me what she does for a living, and said that Tom was there and wanted to say thank you for all I did for him.  Also, she said that he’s with me at night, which I found disturbing even though it might explain why the cat has taken to yowling at the ceiling for no reason.

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Did I mention the new house is on Thompson Street?

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It was a lovely and warm spring afternoon and we hiked out along a little jetty in the harbor.  Once again the VEB was wearing his Cthulu t-shirt and during our walk received many compliments, several from young men dressed as pirates.  (There’s a pirate museum in Salem, so it’s not quite as weird as it might seem.)  We circled back and wandered through an historic cemetery, and then I proceeded to get into a strange argument with a barrista at a local coffee shop about not wanting sugar in an iced coffee.  Why is this weird?  The sugar doesn’t dissolve, I don’t like crunchy coffee, the end.

Anyway, here are a few sights from the day:

salem harbor

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Hell is eternity spent shaded by Coke umbrellas?

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Spring Adventure (Sheep Edition)

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 Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Princeton MA

After being cooped up the past couple of weekends due to illness, we needed to get out and DO something, even if the weather was a little cold, windy and damp.  A bit of Googling ensued and then we were off, with Wait! Wait! on the radio as we drove an hour west, out through the farmlands of rural Massachusetts, to a sheep shearing demonstration.  At least once a year I like to pay some sheep a visit, a sort of pilgrimage to symbolically thank them for all the wool I buy, knit and/or wear.  I think it’s important to acknowledge that yarn doesn’t just magically appear on the store shelves (well, unless it’s acrylic…), but is part of a process that begins with a grand bargain:  in exchange for food and shelter, the sheep gives up his coat once or twice a year.  It’s a process that has been going on for thousands of years; sheep were domesticated early on, though originally for their milk and meat and not their hair.  In these modern times, it’s easy to forget that all that yarn began on the back (or belly) of a sheep.

I’ve seen sheep sheared before, but this was the first time I’d seen someone actually use shears, instead of clippers (no electricity in the barn).  Good gracious me.  Wrangling a very large sheep with big scissors?  It’s an art form, really.  The sheep in question, a big male, was less than impressed, but quickly surrendered to the process (see second photo).  Nine pounds of fleece came off him, and then he happily hightailed it back into his pen.

Outside the barn a pair of twin lambs frolicked while I whined about how cold it was tried to take pictures of them.  You’ll just have to trust me that there were two, because the other pictures are just a blur of white.  Also, despite signs barring people from being in the sheep pen, there were a couple of kids (human, not goat) in there for no apparent reason other than to argue about the names of the lambs and get in the way of people trying to take pictures of the lambs.  *ahem*  I know, I know, the primary audience of these things is families with kids, not middle-aged women with a yarn fetish and their patiently amused boyfriends.  And they were probably 4H kids who know infinitely more about raising sheep than I do….but there were “why can’t I go in there?” whinings from the under 5 crowd that, frankly, I concurred with.

After the shearing demonstration we attempted a short hike but wimped out; too windy and raw, and neither of us was dressed appropriately enough.  It’s a beautiful spot, though, not far from Wachusett Mountain, and I’m looking forward to going back later in the spring.

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Progress…and a Set Back

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First, I am happy to report that all my tomatoes sprouted, and as of sometime in the last 24 hours I finally have wisps of little pepper plants (left side of photo).  They seem happiest on the dryer, near the window, although I have to rotate them every day because they are having to lean to get the light.  Not ideal, I know.

Second, there has been knitting!  First, a finished chevron baby blanket in ridiculously soft cotton; I covet a grown-up version of this.  (Technically it’s not finished, it needs to be washed and blocked….but the knitting and weaving part is DONE.)

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The set back?

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Bird Chronicles: Backyard Feeder Edition

Late last summer, this happened (iPhone pic):

SquirrelI had been mystified as to where all the birdseed was disappearing to, and then one morning we woke up to the outline of a squirrel on the window shade.  Sort of like a chalk outline of a dead person on TV, except squirrel-shaped and very much alive.  Mystery solved.  He wasn’t content to stick to the seed feeder either; he gobbled up the suet just as greedily.  Finally, he broke the seed feeder.  I did all sorts of research on squirrel proof bird feeders, and had a long conversation with the owner of my local Wild Birds Unlimited store.  Because I was limited to my deck for feeder placement, the only non-expensive solution to getting the squirrel to go away was to stop feeding the birds.  Much sadness for all involved, including the VEB (who bought me the feeder to begin with and hates squirrels anyway), and the kitty, who lost her daily dose of entertainment.

Last week I happened to stop by the local Aubuchon and they had an allegedly squirrel-proof feeder on sale for a song.  I figured it was worth a shot, and hung it up.  I also filled the suet feeder, hoping against hope that during the winter the squirrel had found other dining arrangements.  As with last year, it took a few days for the birds to notice, but soon there was a predictable crew visiting:  several chickadees, a very loud titmouse, and a couple of pairs of woodpeckers.  Both the kitty and I were happy to sit back and watch (though she gets very agitated when the titmouse is around, I think because it has such a sharp chirp).

All was well until a few days ago, when I woke up to find a different, smaller squirrel sitting on top of the seed feeder.  This time, rather than looking inquisitively at the squirrel, the cat actually growled.

Happily, the squirrel gave up fairly quickly and moved on to the suet feeder, but barely nibbled at it before taking off, and I haven’t seen it since.  I have, however, seen quite a large squirrel dancing across the neighbor’s backyard, so I have some concern that my squirrel reprieve may be short-lived.  We’ll see.

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The woodpeckers, which I think are downy woodpeckers due to their beak size, have been quite busy at the suet feeder.  Afterwards they fly up into the tree behind my house and shimmy up the limbs.  Weirdly, even though the same type of suet is in each side of the feeder, the females generally eat off the left side and the males from the right.  Coincidence or some weird bird thing?  Also, while the males will more or less go directly for the feeder, the females start at one end of the deck and work their way over to the other side, where the suet is.  They look like a private detective trying to avoid being seen, circling each slat on the deck before stealthily jumping to the next post.  It’s oddly mesmerizing to watch, like some strange ritual dance, except really:  they look like they are up to no good.

They are tricky to get photos of – they don’t stay still for very long, and their heads are very twitchy, plus it’s been really windy the past few days.  The males are easier to spot in the trees, due to the red spot on their heads, but I’ve yet to get a decent picture of one; the females have been a little more cooperative in that regard.  In the first picture, you can sort of see how she uses her claws to hold on to the little knobby part of the tree.  Their claws are kind of spooky, actually, sort of like spindly hands that might come from nowhere in some horror movie, ready to snatch you up:

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