Our strawberries and bing cherries are in season and I’ve
had a bit of both. Sabrina and I went
strawberry picking on Thursday morning, which was a waste of time. I decided that we should get an early start
before the heat of the day wilted us, but Hann’s – where we usually pick –
doesn’t open until 10 a.m., so we decided to try Doran’s near New Albany for
the first time. They just opened for the
season on Tuesday. However, their
operation isn’t nearly as productive as Hann’s.
The weeds were bigger than the strawberry plants. They also don’t use black fabric to keep down
the weeds or preserve the moisture. And
they do not irrigate the strawberries.
So, the berries were small and few and far between. We picked for 45 minutes and only had about
two pounds each to show for it. At Hann’s,
we would have had close to 15 pounds. I
saw a woman with a full container and asked her how long she had been
picking. 90 minutes. Whew. Both Farms charge the same: $1.99/pound for u-pick. I’m hoping that I’ll have time to fit in a
morning berry pick this week, but my real job has been taking a lot of my time
for the last two months. (Not that I’m
complaining).
I’m hoping to make a small batch of jam tonight. I just finished a white spinach English muffin
pizza and will make a stir fry later with my fresh snow peas.
Our daisies have been as extraordinary this year as ever. I’m
not alone in thinking so. Almost every
Saturday, someone pulls over to tell me how much they enjoy them. However, they are taking up the space where I
usually plant my zinnias and I’m a little concerned about getting a late
start. They are also starting to die
back, so I’ve prepared marigolds to transplant into those spaces. I've been cutting lots of daisies from my plot to fill vases at home. Amy has also planted some cosmos in the front
bed and, of course, we transplant volunteer sunflowers in as well.
We haven’t had even a fraction of the bees that we usually
have this year, but I’m going to attribute that to our unseasonably cold
May. At least we did not suffer any
significant damage from our late frost.
I held back planting until the temperatures were reliably above 50.
The kids have not been very good about tending their
plots. When our gate lock broke on
Tuesday, Sabrina and I had to use a hose to transport water from our large,
nearly-empty tank. The water pressure
was ridiculous and it took forever to fill the cans. While waiting, Sabrina weeded the kids’
beds. I had worked with them a week
earlier to plant watermelons and cantaloupes in one of their beds and they have
just begun to sprout.
My sweet potato slips look a little strange this year. I’m thinking that they might all be that
heirloom white variety and I want at least a few regular orange potatoes. I discovered this year that I could slice
off the top of a sweet potato, put it in water (i.e., a bottle lid) and it
would sprout roots and shoots just like when I put a whole potato in a jar
filled 1/3 full with water. Who knew?
Another anomaly that we’ve had this year involves our rose
bushes. I replaced one of the front bushes
with a yellow knockout when the yellow
tea rose died during the polar vortex. Then,
a year later, a cane appeared next to the knockouts. That cane has turned into a bush and this
year it was filled with red roses
that are getting tangled up with the nearby yellow knockout bush. It looks pretty neat, but I expect that the
red bush will not stay in bloom all summer like the knockout.
I finally got to the herb garden today. Our oregano is slowly taking over and so I pulled out a lot of it to make room for other herbs. When I prepared the ground to plant some dill, cilantro and basil, it was bone dry for at least a foot. Sigh. Truth is, I made time to blog today because the we haven't received any significant rain since a few days after my last post. Consider it an offering to the rain gods. Human sacrifices are likely to follow if this doesn't fill our tank . . . . .
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