Monthly Archives: August 2015

Apple season in mid-August?

My husband and I have been busy adding a bathroom onto our house.  We did all the finish work ourselves, including tile, paint, trim, installing a pocket door, building a vanity.  (We=> 80% my husband, 20% me.)  We also had to tear our deck off to have the bathroom built, and are now putting the deck back on.

I tell you this because we have been consumed with this project and the garden has GOTTEN OUT OF HAND.  Climate change has also contributed, giving us 100 degree days in June and July.image

imageimageDespite my attempt to improve my thinning skills, our little Gala apple tree is overloaded.  It’s time to dry apple rings.  This is not a difficult process if you have a sturdy apple corer and an Excalibur food dehydrator.  We use these apple rings all year as snacks and in homemade granola.image

It’s time to can pizza sauce and salsa, too.  So dang early.

Is your garden also changing due to our climate extremes?


Sad gardens

I have been noticing a trend lately that makes me feel sad. I walk a fair amount. I walk mainly in my neighborhood and to downtown. These are middle class to lower-middle class neighborhoods with a mixture of apartments and single-family homes, rentals and owner-occupieds. I look at peoples’ yards a lot because I like to garden. I especially take note of nice perenniel beds or front-yard raised-bed food gardens. I like to see people growing food in their front yards, even though my own experiement with such a thing became a cat box for neighborhood cats. I now keep my food items in the back yard where cats rarely venture.
But I digress. What I notice from time to time, as I look at these small raised-bed gardens, is how sad they look when they are abandoned. Houses get new renters or change owners and what was once a tended patch of kale or beans is now a cedar box full of weeds. What is even sadder is when they are abondoned mid-season. Then, they contain perhaps a few spindly tomato plants, parched for water or brown peas on dried stalks. Did the folks move? Or just forget about the little plants that they must have put in with such enthusiasm and care? Did it become too onerous to water their box after a long day at work? Whatever the reason, I see these little neglected food gardens and find they make me feel melancholy. Somehow, they are much more bleak and forlorn than a struggling bed or roses or unwatered wilted daylilies. They represent someone’s hopes for feeding themselves, for growing sustenence, for connecting with the earth and its gifts. They represent lost hope, disruption, and slow painful death by neglect.