|This shot was from about middle of the garden, so you get an idea of the actual size - a lot of weeding!|
There was continual harvesting throughout the season, but there was usually a couple of days, a week apart or so, in early August, when the large pea patch was harvested. Mom was particularly partial to peas, and there was an unwritten decree that we had to have a minimum of 60 quarts of peas in the freezer each year. Try to imagine how many pails of peas-in-pods that requires. Dad and my brother were the chief pickers, Mom and I usually did the shelling, with everyone joining late in the day, after the picking was complete. Yes I can out-shell anyone to this day (hardly a marketable skill in this economy). Then would come the task of blanching and bagging all those little green gems.
However, I've digressed from the topic of my original gardening efforts. I was probably four, the year I had my first garden. It was a tiny little plot right behind the house. I must have planted a selection of veggies, but it was the potatoes that stand out in my recollection. They came up beautifully, but before they had ever had a chance to blossom, I pulled the poor things to investigate what was developing beneath the soil. Of course all I located was a few small marble-sized tubers.
|These would have dwarfed my tiny specimens.|
In public school I always had a patch on the left hand side of the main garden, that was specifically mine. I was a great one for perusing the seed catalogues, and anything new or unusual caught my eye. I can recall trying such exotic crops as salsify, kohl rabi, ground almonds, just to name a few. I guess it was all very good training for the market garden I eventually operated as a teenager. But that is fodder for another blog entirely.
|Another garden a few years later.|
The Daily Quest
b) Live Bait
c) Lead Foot
d) Ironing Board
And that is about all I have to say for today.
Musings and meanderings from the Musical Gardener.