11 May 2013

Foot Deep in the Big Muddy

Just came in from the back yard, where it was beginning to rain - again. We Great Lakes folks have been well irrigated this spring. Was setting up the tomato cages and wrapping them cheesecloth because it's going to frost tomorrow.  For a garden that looked very punky two weeks ago, though, it is not looking bad. 

My asparagus came shooting up the moment it got above 60.  It's not a tidy patch, but we had more thick stalks than last year, enough for two meals.  As my sole investment was a seed packet three years ago and a whole lot of mediocre attention,that's a great cost-benefit ratio.

Meanwhile I have three determined alpine strawberries that have wintered over nicely and now have lovely white flowers.  They set tiny berries, which I eat as I weed.  Even picking them bruises the little things.  Not quite as productive as the asparagus over the years. 

Our herbs are sturdy - parsley that refuses to die, and mint, and signs of life among the lavender and rosemary.  Needed to buy a basil plant, though, which is now in the mix. 

The tomatoes got started indoors, on a radiator, from seed, and just got into the ground a couple of days ago.  We have moved the plants around every year.  We always get amazing foliage but inconsistent fruit.  To impede the bunnies, we have planted lettuce and peas in tall planters than actually look kind of nice in the garden itself. 

You know me.  I am the lazy gardener.  My goal is to get as much as I can from the least amount of work I can.  Big showy patches of flowers or cases of preserved food are just too much damned work for me.  Yes, I know I should plant more of my own food, and that working the soil is satisfying and even spiritual work.  But after an hour or two of plucking weeds and deadheading the daffs, I have had enough fortifying. 

That's why you won't see pictures.  (My peonies are a embarrassing, and several shrubs I spent actual money on are now quite dead).  I am not trying to impress anyone including myself. 

But the flowering crab was lovely Thursday, so we sat out on the back porch for supper and enjoyed its brief display.  Today it is 50 degrees and raining.  The petals are slush in the driveway. 

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