We have transitioned into our summer rhythm where Vijay naps late into the afternoon, and Vik and I stroll down to the garden once my husband gets home from work. I am learning so much this year- my first year as a real vegetable gardener. Raised beds are the best (in my humble opinion)- the soil is so rich, and the weeds so few. I’m starting to boast about having a green thumb, but I’m pretty sure it has little to do with me, and more to do with the quality of the soil, and the wonderful rain we’ve been having.
I am keeping all of my thoughts organized in my garden notebook, and so far, I’ve learned the following:
*Just because you buy an entire pack of seeds doesn’t mean you need to plant every single one of them. I have grown enough spinach and lettuce to fill about 10 grocery bags, and I’ve been giving it away to anyone who will take it. I’ve made spinach pesto, spinach omelets, spinach pasta, and endless salads. We’re a bit greened out.
*Same goes for radishes- no one family can possibly eat over 100 radishes and still be excited about them.
*Stake your peas as soon as they start to sprout. I waited until mine were a tangled crazy clump before I tried to stake them. A bit of a disaster, but still…we are getting plenty of peas.
I’m sure tomato season will be teaching me quite a lot considering I bought my tomatoes based soley on their names…Striped German, Mortgage Lifter, Yellow Pear, and about 5 others. I might have gone a bit overboard. We’ll see what happens!
This part of my day is so idyllic…Vik is such an easygoing soul, he is happy to eat some dirt and hang out while I fuss with my plot. We load our basket full of kale, spinach, lettuce and peas, and make our way home to start dinner.
The walk to and from our community garden is gorgeous…it is a treat to stroll along the streets of this beautiful town of ours…
The flowers have been extraordinary this year. Blooms spilling out over every fence, leaving me to wonder what beauty is hiding in the backyards we pass. Poor Vik…we can hardly make it a block without stopping for dozens of pictures.
When we finally turn onto our block, my heart feels so much lighter. These walks are my tonic after a busy day of cooking, cleaning and chasing my wild toddler.
And then comes the most laughable part of our urban gardening experience- chicken wrangling. Our girls don’t seem to understand the concept of coming back to their coop once night falls. And so we head out into the backyard to chase down our four birds. It is always comical, with one of us wielding a rake, Vijay making matters worse by scaring them away, and my husband cursing lightly under his breath as he crawls through bushes and under the deck. Any ideas of how to train our fine feathered friends to come back to the coop on their own each night? We’d appreciate some tips!