"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
A while back I wrote about my debut to the wide world of gardening. Over the past (almost) 4 months I’ve experienced the highs of harvest, the lows of slug infestations and everything in between. And truly all the credit for success goes to my hubby, J. He’s the one who remembers to water the garden daily, who’s fought off the dastardly sluggies (of which I am deathly afraid), and even built a trellis for the out-of-control zucchinis.
A month back our radishes went crazy. We could barely eat them all up in time. And I must say they were delectable – a satisfying crunch, refreshing texture, and wonderfully spicy to boot!
Then came the day that the evil slugs laid siege to my precious lettuce. J remembered that sluggies hate salt, but he forgot that so does lettuce. So the lettuce wilted away, collateral damage during the great slug war.
The zucchini took possession of the garden, casting shade over my sun-worshipping bell peppers and jalapenos and stunting their growth. As I said, J built a trellis so we could weave the zucchini vines upward and thwart their plans of world domination over the whole garden. It’s working so far and they even are happy enough to be flowering right now. The first of the baby zucchini’s can be seen and I’m already imagining the smell of roasted squash wafting through my kitchen.
Herbs are growing apace and I’ve already taken the first cuttings of many. My favorite were the chives. Glorious chives…
At last the broccoli was ready to be harvested. Those hard-working plants yielded several bunches of sweet and succulent broccolini. I loved them, especially grilled with some seasonings and coconut oil. J described them as tasting “like a dirty old tree branch”. I beg to differ.
And most recently an adorable onion made it’s way into the world. From the spread and size of the leaves, we assumed this onion had taken over the underworld of our tiny raised bed. Not so, but our baby onion was delicious nonetheless!
We haven’t seen much happening on the tomato front but I hear that they can be stingy if conditions aren’t perfect. I’ll wait them out. The carrots are also taking their time and may not have liked being so close to the radishes. My poor peppers are in a dire situation and I’ve all but given up on them.
I’ve been most looking forward to the berries. Our solo strawberry plant gave us some sweet and beautiful fruit. Meanwhile our 3 varieties of blueberries bushes are laden with bountiful blue fruits already. But I’m cursing the blackguard starlings who pick them off the bush just as they ripen. We even threatened those miserable birds with my brother’s paintball gun, but to no avail. I guess I’ll be buying a flat of my favoritest fruit from a local farmer who’s bushes haven’t been picked clean by evil winged things.
Hyperbole aside, I’m quite pleased with our gardening venture so far. I love watching these plants blossom to life and fruition from such humble beginnings as tiny seeds in a cup on my windowsill. I love cooking with the yield from my own backyard, the freshness of each vegetable and fruit, the flavors unadulterated by days in transit. This garden is a tradition in the making for us – planting will be part of our spring adventures, harvesting will be part of our summer and autumn memories. We’ve already outgrown our 4×4 bed and might even have to build another raised bed for next year!