It’s Growing On Me

Beltane                                                                                    Solstice Moon

Becoming a horticulturist takes time.  Time learning plants, learning pests, learning flowers and vegetables and fruit.  Learning soil, chemicals.  Time with hands in the soil, with seeds and transplants and irrigation.  It takes failure.  Those tomatoes with the yellow leaves.  The potato leaves shredded by the Colorado beetle.  Over mulching that garlic. (which I did this year.)  It’s been a long time now since I started down this ancientrail.  Slow at first.  That garden at the Peaceable Kingdom.  Heating with wood there, too.

Small efforts on 41st Avenue in Minneapolis and Sargent Avenue in St. Paul.  Some more on Edgcumbe Road.  Mostly flowers.  Then this property.  We hired a landscape architect who laid in the first beds, added some elevation changes, planted the first plants, designed the early iteration of irrigation and rolled out the new lawn.  After that I learned about perennials, trying to get a seasonal symphony, color throughout the growing part of the year.

There was that two year correspondence course from the University of Guelph in London, Ontario.  It was good, laying down the conceptual basis for much of the work, though I feel I’ve under utilized what I learned in it.  Anyhow I have a A.A. degree in horticulture as a   result.

Kate started planting vegetables; I focused on flowers.  Somewhere in there I cut down the locust, as I said a while back.  Bought a big roto-tiller and tried the traditional surface of the earth garden.  Not good.  Got the raised beds.  They helped a lot by keeping grass and other things out of the soil.

That permaculture business made sense to me.  Design your gardens, your whole home around the way nature lays out the land in your area.  Become one with the land and use it to your advantage while giving back to it.  We’ve done some of that but I think it would have been better years ago, when we were just starting, still young enough to have the personal strength to work it.  It’s very complex and required more learning than I felt like giving it.

Now I’m focused on the bio-dynamic agriculture and horticulture of International Ag Labs. I would characterize my approach as pragmatic and eclectic, trying to integrate material from the traditional world, like the Guelph course, the more theoretical models like permaculture, organic and ag labs into usable information for our property.  There is just one permanent goal:  improve the land while providing ourselves with nutrient rich food.

The land and the plants will teach if you see what you’re looking at.  I’m still learning the language of our land.

Outside Inside

Beltane                                                                          Solstice Moon

Bagging apples again this morning.  Another hundred done, a hundred yesterday, at least that many, maybe more to go.  I don’t know how practical this would be for a commercial operation but for our purposes, it’s time well spent.  I have noticed that there are leaf rollers on many leaves and some of the baby apples have already been eaten into by either an insect or something else, but for the most part the trees are healthy and the baby apples are, too.  I also noticed that apple production seems heaviest on branches off branches that attach to the trunk.  Not sure what that means.

Outside and inside.  So this was outside, working with the apple trees, individual apples, leaves, watching as the sky grew cloudy and dark, feeling the heat begin to build.  Using my hands, opening the ziploc bag, placing it around the apple, sealing it with two fingers, checking the seal, moving on to the next apple, checking for fruit I missed.

All the time, too, I thought about how to create a ground cover that would keep the orchard neat, beautiful.  We had clover, but it didn’t fight off the grass and the grass keeps coming. Kate fights it, but the battle is a losing one.  We need a different solution.  I’m thinking suppression with high quality landscape cloth and thick mulch.  Javier, maybe.

Inside.  I’m writing this, reflecting on the time outside.  Trying to fit together a foreground/background idea that has popped up over the last day.  That is, when outside, my thoughts often turn inside, I become meditative, while inside, I often stay on task, up at the conscious level and it takes an effort to get inside.  So, in a sense, when I’m outside I’m inside and when I’m inside I’m outside.  Just a curious bit right now.