Today’s wages, a Cherokee purple tomato, among others, jalapeños, poblanos and habaneros, black eyed peas, more tomatoes and some eggs. It’s time to start pickling my peppers…
Every spring, since moving to Greenville six years ago, we’ve planted a bouquet of sunflowers. We don’t harvest them, I guess because we don’t want them bad enough.
There’s plenty of competition from the bugs and birds. The squirrels are entertaining to watch climbing the stalks to get to the seeds. Sometimes they get to the top of a big one and sit on the flower, other times they knock the whole flower over.
I love white flower petals in my kitchen garden
and the perennials that greet me in the spring time
and the busy bees pollinating the blueberries
and my cat that follows me around like a dog
and most of all my husband who gets down with the dirt and puts the green stuff on the table…
with flower petal snow…
When we moved here almost six years ago, the field in front of my kitchen window was an empty field. Now we have a baby fruit orchard and all the variety of trees are beginning to bloom. From here on in it will be a competition between the insects, the birds, the squirrels and us for the fruit. Continue reading
I’m the keeper of the herbs around here, a not so difficult task, since many of them are perennials. Harder is to keep my cats from digging up the precious asparagus rooting underground over the winter. My solution, scraps of lattice.
The most telling sign of things to come is a tilled field, cleared of weeds and covered with lime powder. Let there be corn and zucchini and tomatoes and cabbage and all kinds of greens.
But everywhere are signs, not so obvious as the blooming hyacinth and tulip bulbs of spring, like the buds on our young fruit trees.
My kitchen garden looks bare but beautiful too, inviting me to visit with gnomes and angels and Buddha and nurture the bounty to come.
Since we’ve been collecting eggs from our chickens, we have gotten some small ones, some with twin yolks, one yolkless egg, and one without a shell at all but still perfectly contained within the membrane. But this is our first Frankenstein egg…