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A Bike, The Orchard, Gertie Wounded

Summer                                                       Hiroshima Moon

Got a bike and a helmet today.  Ready to ride.  This bike’s a fixie which means it won’t coast, though it has a hub that can switch out so it rides like an old timey Schwinn.  Not expensive, my helmet cost almost as much as the bike.  Wanted another aerobic alternative, something to get me outside for exercise.  This’ll do it.  Bought the bike on line and had a local bike shop assemble it.

Kate and I worked in the orchard today.  One day a week she says where and what she’d like to have me do outside.  Think it’ll be two days this week.  I like to work outside for an hour to an hour and a half, then I’m done.  She likes to work until she’s finished.  Commendable, but not my style.  I parse tasks over time.  Needless to say Kate gets more outdoor work done than I do.

Gertie has wounds again.  This is the third time since she got here and the second time in a month.  We’ve not seen it happen so we can only speculate, though they look like canine bites and tears.  Fortunately pediatrics has a lot in common with veterinary medicine–that is, the patients often can’t talk–so handling doggy trauma at a certain level is well within Kate’s capacity.

I held Gertie while Kate put hydrogen peroxide on and into the punctures.  The punctures went all the way through the dermis to the muscle fascia.  She debreeded, then put an antibiotic ointment under the skin around the wounds.  Then, some bandages that lasted for a bit.

We started her on antibiotics we have here from other doggy misadventures, gave her some rimadyl for the pain and let her sleep in our room.  Where she is right now.

 

A Dream, Become Real, Become Dream

Summer                                                Hiroshima Moon

“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the action stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.” – Anais Nin

Horticulture.  When we moved in here now 18 years ago, we decided to spend money upfront on landscaping, figuring we could enjoy it over the life of our tenancy rather than putting in as an amenity at the time of a sale.  We hired a landscape architect from Otten Brothers and he put in a basic plan.  Two wild prairie patches on either side of a manicured lawn.  Norway pines, a spruce or two, some amur maples, a genus maple, an oak, some river birch.  Near the house he put on narrow beds planted with shrubs like euonymus, a dwarf lilac, shrub roses, viburnum among others.

A boulder retaining wall in the front shored up a long bed like a peninsula into the green ocean of our yard.  In the back we had them cut a three tiered garden, each tier marked off with boulder retaining walls and divided near the house by steps made of rail-road tie size square lumber.

The rest of our property, all now that is our “backyard”, was part woods and part scrubland covered with black locust trees, thorny and not visually appealing though very good for fence posts.  The first two years after our move I spent cutting down trees, using a commercial wood-chipper to  grind them up and hiring a stump-grinder to come in and rid us of the stumps.  The scrubland became, gradually, a place where we could build a shed, plant a vegetable garden and I dreamed of making it an expanse of prairie, as I had wanted to do with the entire property when we moved. Continue reading A Dream, Become Real, Become Dream

Ninja Weeder

Summer                                                                  Hiroshima Moon

Kate and I spent time working in the garden this am.  I plucked out extra beets, collard greens and chard.  Getting a second round of all these underway.  The tomatoes have grown fat, tall and filled with fruit so I got out the plastic tomato handcuffs and cuffed separate stalks to the red metal supports.  Barring a drop in temps (unlikely, eh?) we’ll have a big tomato harvest.  The leeks and potatoes continue strong, dark green.  Both of these develop out of sight, as do the carrots, but the above ground leaves and stems give good evidence of their overall health.

Kate put out water for the bees while I was gone.  A neighbor called and said she had a lot of dead bees in her bird bath.  Not sure it was due to lack of water but it never hurts to add water for them.  I forgot that when I moved them into the orchard.  It’s looking like  this will be a non-honey harvest year which means I’ll have to do the work to  overwinter these colonies, something I did not want to do anymore.   Ah, well.  So much for that management idea.

Kate does a wonderful job of keeping our garden beautiful by fighting the good fight against weeds and other invaders.  She is, as she names herself, “a ninja weeder.”

Good News! Still Not Allergic to Bee Stings!

Summer                                                      Under the Lily Moon

 

Bees working hard.  One slightly behind the other, though the more advanced (more brood in the second box) also has an inexplicably large number of drone cells.  Not sure what to make of it.

Picked cherries today.  Got about a dozen.  Not a big cherry year and many of the ones on the tree had some sort of fungus.

Moved our new, all steel firepit ring back to the firepit Mark dug out last year.  Need to bolt it up and we’re read for a fire.  Just as the temps head back to the 90’s.  Maybe not the best time to try it out.

To move the firepit Kate and I had to maneuver a fixed tire back on the wagon.  We have a heavy duty lawn tractor, a Simplicity called the Landlord.  Sort of an icky name for this renter organizer, but, hey.  It does the job.  Probably should paint over the damned thing.  Put an image of Artemis over it.

Moved to Book VIII of the Metamorphosis; this time the story of Philemon and Baucis.  Once again inspired to choose this passage by art.  The first history painting of Rembrandt’s bought by a US art collector is an illustration of this story.  Has made me begin to think about a book/research project digging up all the paintings and sculpture telling Ovid’s stories.  If it hasn’t been done, it would be fun.

 

Summer                                       Under the Lily Moon

A morning with the garden.  Odds and ends.  Transplanting hosta and pachysandra.  Removing the tire from the wagon so it could be filled with air.  Loading the mower into the truck for degunking.  Weeding in the beet and kale bed.  Cutting an old carpet up for weed control in the vegetable garden.  Mulch will go on top of it.

Bagging and Weeding

Beltane                                                          Garlic Moon

Still bagging apples, plums and pears, too.  This seems like a lot of work, but for our size orchard it makes sense.  Whether you could scale it up to commercial orchards I don’t know.  Would depend on access to cheap, competent help at the right time of year.  The rewards are certainly there.  A fruit crop without the worms that come from insects depositing eggs on the fruit’s surface or under its skin.  In a bad year the difference between a decent crop and almost no crop would be the bags.

Each year the land and the plants speak to the gardener.  So a key part of gardening, even critical, is listening skill.  If you don’t hear the news that there is not enough light here, no matter how many7 times you plan the zinnias in the shade you will be disappointed.  If the stunted growth and yellowed leaves of a vegetable doesn’t tell you the soil needs amending, you will not have good vegetable crops.  If wormy fruit doesn’t tell you you need to do something, you’ll have poor apple and pear and plum crops each year.

Kate takes care of another form of communication:  weeds.  Weeds are just a plant out of place so there’s nothing inherently wrong with them.  You just don’t want them there.  Usually natives or imported exotics, weeds are plants that have found what I call a happy home, a place where they can thrive.  That means weeds can crowd out, out feed, sometimes frankly poison plants you want to grown.

Often vegetables and flowers we want to grow are not native to our region, may not even be native to our gardening zone.  Any pressure on their growth makes them more vulnerable to weed competition.  So often time the gardener is in the peculiar position of championing plants that may not want to grow in your particular garden while trying to eliminate those that are perfectly happy there.  Some times you can use natives, many only use natives these days, and they make gardening much simpler.  Since they grow like weeds.

Full Garlic Moon

Beltane                                                             Garlic Moon

The garlic moon is full and we still have no scapes on our garlic.  Will they be late this year?  I’m not sure.  One thing I’ve finally learned is that no growing season is typical and the garlic, planted in September, grows ten months or so.  That means it went through this unusually mild winter.  Could it have affected its growth?  I suppose, though I don’t know how.

The potatoes took off while I was gone.  They are vegetable interlopers in a bed dug out between large clumps of hemerocallis.  We also have vegetable interlopers in a bed out front, three tomato plants and two peppers.

As trees mature in and around our vegetable garden in the back, shade is beginning to limit the beds that receive enough sun to grow vegetables.  I know we could cut them down, but at this point I’m more inclined to plant shade lovers and give up the space.  Part of shifting the garden gradually toward less and less maintenance.

Kate has a summer focus.  Weeds.  She’s determined and when she’s determined, things get done.  The beds look so much better sans weeds.

 

Weeds of Grass

Beltane                                                       Garlic Moon

Kate and I completely weeded the second perennial tier this morning, but it took both of us to finish it.

Grass.  More grass.  When the gods created grass, they forgot all about gardeners of the future.  Grass grows everywhere, many different kinds and needs little nurture.  In many ways it is the perfect weed.  Tall, it can grow up and out from within clumps of wanted plants.  Tough, it sticks to the soil with tenacity.  Wily, its rhizomes too often remain behind when what looks the whole plant comes out.  Then, in its persistent way, it regenerates and lives to annoy the gardener another day.  So, here’s to grass, a plant wonderful in its manifold powers.

Dragonflies have hatched in abundance.  Which means the mosquitoes have, too.  The dragonfly, with its bi-wing form, has a retro sort of look.  They are beautiful.  Iridescent colors, transparent wings.  Fairy like in their quickness.  Benevolent in their choice of food.  Seeing their forms darting through the air brings the great wheel round another turn.

Today the temperature felt, again, like July, but there was a fine breeze.  A warmer day, a gentle wind and the smell of lilies-of-the-valley transported me right back to grandma and grandpa’s house in Morristown, Indiana.

early season gardening

Beltane                                               New Garlic Moon

Hilled the leeks, blanching up as far as possible on the stem creates the best tasting leeks.  Thinned beets and chard.  Checked the garlic.  Soon the scapes will come, curling back on themselves, ready to cut.  I plan to make a garlic scape and leek spaghetti when I harvest them.

This part of gardening is fun, helping the plants mature, watching them carefully as they grow from seed or bulb or crown or transplant into teenagers then young adults and finally become procreative, producing the parts that grace our table through the winter months.

The carrots show no interest in germination, slow pokes as always, needing a soil temp of 75 degrees, something we’ve not reached or at any rate not sustained.  Collard greens and pac choy have not germinated yet either.  The chard has begun to emerge and the onions, all of them, have substantial growth underway.

On the fruit side we’re beginning to see young, still green or white berries on the strawberry plants.

 

A Solid Day

Beltane                                                   New Garlic Moon

Got outside a bit.  Ate lunch with Kate at that hotspot of haute cuisine, Applebys.  We got there just before the after church crowd.  Later on I transplanted a clump of hosta from its exposed location under the cedar I had to cut down (it split in a storm.) to a new location under our still  young bur oak out front.  Took me a bit longer than I planned because I forgot the correct placement of the spading forks to break up the heavily rooted clump.  Had to figure it out all over again.

(a Roman mosaic, ruins of Tomi in Constanta, Romania)

Rest of the day, Latin.  I made progress.  Am very close to the end of Pentheus and my goal is to finish it before I leave for Romania.  I think I’ll make it.  The translation comes much more easily now, a couple of years of hard work to get here though.  Still not facile, but much more so.

It does look like the Latin will help me in Romania with pronouncing Romanian.  There’s the oddities each language has, but the phonetics are very similar.