The Big Garden...
potatoes are showing signs of being finished
waiting for some rain to pass to harvest the last of the garlic
volunteers in the garden are always a delight!
more volunteers in the roots beds...lots and lots of surprise dill amongst the carrots and beets
fending off the kids from eating up all the baby carrots paid off...our first "real" carrot harvest in years
up by our house, I am collecting plants to create a screen to cover up the neighbour's fence that runs within feet of our house...and I squeezed in a very late squash bed with manure from a friend, and plants from another friend (I'm ever so grateful for these kind of gifts...truly one of the best things). I had no beds made for the squash and didn't want to wheelbarrow loads of fresh manure into the squash area, so I just dumped it down by the fence where the deer can't get to them.
the Kitchen Garden is a tangly mess of food, flowers, and weeds. Sadly, it has been a little neglected this year as our focus has been preparing for the critters to arrive in a few more weeks
we have begun to eat some blueberries, but most of them are still ripening
Oh, my, what a berry year this is! The raspberries are huge and the blueberries are finally abundant on our 18 plants that we planted a few years ago now. Patience is most definately one of the most cultivated traits in a gardener, isn't it?
We ate our first potatoes last night with our first tender carrots, too. And just as we ate the very last clove of last year's garlic two nights ago, last night we ate the first from this year's harvest. There is something about growing your own food, with all the hard work, the sore muscles, the silent prayers for good weather, that makes your own food taste just so good. I suppose we are tasting more than wonderfully fresh and nutritious flavours, but we are absorbing all the happy energy we pour into our food.
Last weekend, despite the incredibly long list of chores to do, and despite the thunderstorm waiting to break over our heads, and with Papa home, the whole family went out spontatneously to pick our cherries. They aren't the best cherries, and more than a few are wormy...but they are free and abundant and virtually calling us to pick them. I find the best thing to do with them is make them into jam, and it is one of our favourite jams of all. So with happy hearts and a sweet moment finding all of us cooperating and laughing and silly, we picked...and picked...and picked...
Many were throw-aways, few were perfect...but that Sunday morning together before the storm broke overhead was one of my favourite gardening moments of the whole year.