We are stardust, we are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden. ~Joni Mitchell
This past weekend, among all the activities with the Doggie in Disguise Scavenger Hunt for Thrill of the Hunt and Kyle’s homework, building a fort for history class, we also managed to address the garden.
When I was younger, my parents had a huge garden. Mom canned, A LOT, to stock up for the winter, and naturally all of us had to help out with the chore. Did I like it? Nope! Well, that’s not entirely true. I loved picking the fresh vegetables and of course eating the goodies. I hated picking the rocks, HATED IT. It was the most dreadful activity I had to do, besides the dishes. I didn’t mind planting seeds or the plants. I never minded weeding either, although I don’t remember doing much of that as a kid. When the tomato worms made their appearance, those bulbous shaped green gross tomato killers, and they would try and devour our tomato plants, I rather enjoyed smashing them with rocks to help keep them at bay. I guess like anything, there’s things we like and others we don’t.
Do I enjoy gardening now? I do! I don’t mind preparing the ground for planting, although shamefully, I make Kyle pick any rocks. Still by far my favorite part of the garden is plucking the suckers off of the tomato plants. You know the extra stem growing between two. Love that job! Then, afterwards, my fingers smell like fresh tomatoes. LOVE IT!
We had a great run this season, God blessed us with a healthy harvest. We had an abundance of tomatoes, which we were able to can a dozen quarts or so. Early on in the season, I couldn’t keep up with the cucumbers and lettuce. Usually, no matter what, our squash is overwhelming, but not this year. We did have some, mostly patty pan squash, but not like in years past. Apparently, some sort of critter attacked the squash plants at the root, somewhat killing off the plant. Others I talked to had the same issue. I guess it happens. Our giant pumpkins started to form, but died off early. Dad’s peppers did finally take off, only producing a couple peppers the size of a half dollar. Overall, a good harvest.
Surprising me this year, we feasted on a bunch of cantaloupe and watermelon. Funny thing? I didn’t plant any. It was only later that I found out Kyle added his own touches to the garden. That made sense since they were all planted together. Regardless, good job buddy!
I also had Kyle and the neighbor kids plant giant sunflower seeds. They grew! Big!
I kept the garden going until there was a threat of frost, all the way up until this weekend I was picking tomatoes. To not take any chances, I picked the rest of the green tomatoes on Sunday before tearing down the garden.
What are we going to do with the nearly four large bags of the green tomatoes? I sorted some to be cut up for fried green tomatoes, the smaller ones we are going to pickle and can, and the nicer, unblemished ones are going to be placed in brown paper bags and stored in a cool dry place to ripen. By Thanksgiving, we should have a few garden ripened tomatoes. Not all will survive but we should have some to join our bountiful spread.
Hopefully in the next couple of weeks before deer season starts in New York, we will be proactive and prep the ground for next season.
What do we do when getting the land ready for winter? On Sunday, we pulled up the tomato stakes, lifted the plastic (we use garden plastic to help control the weeds) and we folded up our make shift fence. To get the garden ready for next summer, we’ll spread peat moss, sand and a big old pile of manure on the ground. It’s better to let it set all winter. We get my cousin Jim to plow for us if he has time before the seasons change, then disk and level the ground in the spring, but if not, he’ll do it all in the spring when he has the plow hooked up to the tracker.
Kyle was a huge help! Seriously, a major three-hundred sixty degree change from last weekend. Yes, he was screwing around and playing with the dogs as he worked, but he did a spectacular job! Minimal to no complaining and he was in a good mood, no doubt the effects of the brisk sunny air and little bit of exercise. He was a happy kid, the way I truly enjoy seeing him. Not to mention it helped the dogs were cracking us up and running around like wild animals who were finally released from prison.
It was a good day! Poor dad was really sick with a sinus infection, but we got the job done. Gardening doesn’t just fill the tummy, but the soul too. Next year I’m planning on expanding my product selection. I have all winter to decide what additional crop we are going to enjoy next year. Can’t wait.