The Garden’s In

The garden is planted.  It is the end of May; so the risk of a heavy frost should be gone.  Because of late snow and killing frosts, the onions and leeks did not go in at the optimum time.  I didn’t risk the tomatoes until this week.

In the past, we have chosen Celebrity for our tomatoes.  This year, for a change, we chose Roma (I’d like to try making my own passata) and Bonny Best.  We also plant one vine of Sweet Million just to pop the little tomatoes into our mouths as they ripen: the reward for weeding or, more likely, admiring the garden.

The onions are generic and grown from sets.  Our onions have never grown very big, but have had tear inducing potency.  We use them sparingly to reinforce store-bought yellow onions once the farmers’ market supply has come to an end.

This year I tried planting the leeks in a shallow trench so that I can fill it in with soil as the plants grow.  The idea is that this will blanch the stalks and give more white edible leek per plant.  Usually, we use the white part in recipes, the light green in stocks/broths, and tops in the compost.

It rained lightly the day after I planted the garden.  Then last night it poured with some thunder and lightening.  Having used composted sheep manure and our own compost when planting, rightly or wrongly, I feel bad when I use chlorinated tap water to water the garden; I feel that I am killing all the good things for which we compost in the first place.  Last night’s storm, with its nitrogen fortified rain, should set things up nicely.

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About Tweed and Briar

I am the pastor of a rather conservative rural congregation. My interests alongside of work are hunting, fly fishing, cooking, and life in an agricultural community. By way of family, I have a wife and two children: a daughter and a son. I am of indeterminate age because my wife is a bit younger than I am and my son is ages with some of my friends’ grandchildren. However, to say that I slip smoothly among the generations would imply an agility which I no longer possess. I aspire to the genteel poverty of the country manse.
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2 Responses to The Garden’s In

  1. Now for a dry enough day so someone can mow the grass and plant my flowers…

  2. Pingback: The Garden’s Out | Tweed and Briar

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