Every year’s garden is different. As soon as you think you have it figured out, the next year throws you for a loop. This is why becoming a professional farmer can cause severe anxiety issues. There is no control. Over anything! Here in our three community garden plots we are simply trying to feed ourselves for the summer. And we are eating delicious food. This year we may not see pumpkins (which is crazy to me, my farm was called Pumpkin Hollow Farm, for crying out loud!) but we will see for the first time ever sweet potatoes. We have had lots of rain for Colorado and it shows. So for starting with a plot that had sand and ant hills, with little amending to the soil, and two tons of hail thrown in, I’d say we’re looking pretty good this year.
In season now are peas. Glorious purple snow peas and crunchy snap peas. A few thick pods of English peas are ready but I do believe that I am missing several vines of English peas. The rabbit seems to know nothing of it.
The collard greens are prolific and delicious young. Crisp them in the oven with the snow and snap peas, some garlic, salt, and a good drizzle of olive oil for a farm to table side. The tomatoes are setting on their vines as well. Yesterday I did have a hankering for fried green tomatoes but they aren’t quite that big yet!
The cabbages are growing their heads. Now, there is a fine line in the high plains of Colorado, one week you could have happily growing cabbage and the next little black bugs will be sent by Mother Nature to take them out since they aren’t ready yet. The clean up crew. So, sometimes you can just harvest as is, without the finished head. Chiffonade the leaves and stir fry. With the snow and snap peas, of course!
Some of the potatoes have flowered and some are yet to flower. Potato flowers are amazingly beautiful. They always surprise me in their lovely understated elegance. I let the mustard, radish, and arugula plants go to seed. I enjoy their flowers and they may reseed themselves, which is always a nice treat.
The herbs have been prolific. Waving California poppies, knee high cilantro in bloom, morning glories grasping for the trellis, volunteer borage with its star-like blooms. Chamomile and its glorious scent, the first head of Calendula, roses.
Lots of fresh lettuces, baby carrots, greens, young onions, and herbs await. I am better after an hour in the garden. My medicine. Watching the water crystals from the sprayer bounce off the leaves of the great sunflowers, watching birds flit by, a lady bug lands on a nearby leaf. I am in my element in a garden, wherever it may be.
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I like watching your garden grow. 🙂
Thank you! I love that garden.
Fresh food from the garden is one of the very best things about this lifestyle. I’m happy to see so much goodness on your place. 🙂 And now I need to get outside and tend to gardens!
Happy farming, Bill!