After all the work that went into getting ready for the FPC
Women’s Board tour last week, I thought that I would be able to have a short
day on Saturday, but it didn’t work out that way. We didn’t get the expected rain on Friday, so
I spent an hour or so watering my plot, and a few other areas of the Garden
(which were supposed to be Rayna’s chore this month). Sabrina came by to water and weed the food
pantry plots (her monthly chore) and her own plot. I love it when she comes because she almost
always volunteers to do some extra work, too (like spreading diatomaceous earth
on our bean seedlings which are getting eaten to the stubs by beetles and
grasshoppers). Amy came by to tend her
plot, work with the compost and weed a little of our flower beds. The broccoli has been disappointing this year
(by going directly to flower), so I pulled four plants and ended up planting
some summer squash. Marcel came by with
her husband to tend her plot. She just
had a baby two weeks ago, so Sabrina weeded her plot (to keep her from having to bend over) while Marcel watered and her
husband took photographs. She donated
this weeks’ kale and lettuce crop to our food pantry contribution. (Her refrigerator isn't big enough to hold all of the produce which she grows -- a problem I can also relate to). Neal and Leandra came by and fretted over
the powdery mildew that has taken over his significant cucumber crop. His chili peppers are doing fantastic,
though.
My butternut squash had been infected with squash borers, so
I pulled them out and showed the worm living in the stem to Neal and LeAndra. I transplanted some other squash there and
hoped that it would have better luck.
Some new neighborhood kids came by and we chatted about their getting plots next year
and our Free Little Library. They were
too old for the books in the library, so I grabbed some out of the trunk of my
car.
One of the neighborhood landlords
has a significant garden behind his properties and we talked about his sizeable
zucchini crop. However, something had
been mysteriously and suddenly killing them.
I suspected borers, but we hadn’t seen any frass. He didn’t have any squash bugs! I have no words. He was having some mildew issues and had been
using dish soap sprays, which I suggested was bad for the plants. I recommended a proper fungicide or insecticidal
soap instead.
The mother of two our
youth gardeners came out to thank me for the flower planter that I dropped off
on their front porch on Thursday. I
invited her to see her children’s garden beds (which, quite frankly, they had
neglected all summer). She had no idea
that they had garden beds and promised to send them over regularly to start
watering and weeding so that she could have fresh produce the rest of the summer. Busted!
Another gentleman was walking down the alley with his Kroger groceries
and I saw him checking out the Garden, so I showed him the neighbor plot and
encouraged him to stop by and get some kale, tomatoes and peppers. He harvested some kale to take home with him
and said he wanted to get a plot next year that he could weed himself. I finally left around 4 p.m. and mowed my own
lawn, etc.
This morning, I got to the Garden while it was still cool to
get ready for the volunteers. I was hoping that our cinder blocks would be
delivered this morning so that we could finish that compost bin, but they won’t
be coming until late this afternoon. Then,
I thought that I might have them sand and stain our picnic table, but I left
the supplies at home. (I went to pick
them up). I thought that we might try to
re-hang our gate sign, but I didn’t have any of the necessary materials. I need not have worried, because I had more
than enough work to keep the ladies busy.
I also finally remembered to post a scarecrow that Straders donated to
us last Fall. I wish that I had remembered
it in time for the Women’s Tour last week, but at least I got it up this
morning, right?
When YouthBuild installed our new trellis/front gate, Cathy
and I had cut back the raspberry brambles behind the youth gardening area. Since Kimball Farms installed a six-foot
chain link fence back there in November 2014, we no longer need our wire fence
in that area. Indeed, it has become
impossible to weed back there or to rescue the daffodils that we planted back
there in 2011 or 2012. The brambles
tend to shade the kids’ gardens and make it dangerous to tend (with the thorns
and all). I will have to chat with the
kids about whether we want to have any raspberries back there (so that they can
pick and eat them) or whether they want to plant flowers back there next
Spring.
The Old North volunteers cut back the brambles even further,
removed the fence posts and then dug out the fence. I bagged the brambles and ran a few errands around the Garden. One of their husbands came up and helped me
carry out the fence and then roll it up and store it (so that we can use it for
trellising later). Two of them mowed our
lawn and the two block watch lots. Some of
the Old North volunteers will later be coming back on Thursday to help the Block Watch
cut down the scrub brush that grows up on their lot around the old foundations
of the building that used to be there. Two
of them went around and picked up litter near the Garden. Finally, they helped to weed the paths. They were supposed to stick around until
11:45, but this old lady was hot and wanted to go home. So, I kicked them out a little early. Cathy put them to work helping to make lunch
for everyone.
Micayla stopped by with a friend to show off her plot (again)
and harvested a yellow carrot. (She
planted multi-colored carrots). I suggested that her lettuce was past its prime and should be pulled out and that she should take some greens home to eat.
While all of this was going on, City Councilman Hardin
stopped by. He was all dressed up in this heat. (Unlike last week, I did not dress up in clean street clothes, but was wearing my typical gardening garb).
Cathy showed him a bit of camp (and, I hope, their extensive bike loan
program for the neighborhood kids). On
their way up to see the house rehabilitation project, they stopped by the SACG
to see the UC volunteers hard at work. I
told him how we were a plot garden which drew gardeners from the neighborhood,
Bexley, Eastmoor, Berwick, German Village and the Short North. Plots are only $10 each (with the fee waived
for neighborhood gardeners who cannot afford it). We spent our entire earned income for the year by getting one tank refilled (not
both tanks) this summer. I told him
about the various groups who come to volunteer, our berries, cherries, peaches,
Free Little Library and neighbor beds
and how supportive the neighborhood landlords have been. He also likes to garden. I told
him about Colonia (who had been a UC kid over 10 years ago) and Marcel, who has
taken the bus – with a transfer – to get to the SACG from where she lives at
James and Livingston for the past three years to learn to grow food. I also explained that the Conservatory donates most of our seeds and that I start seedlings in February and March so that none of the gardeners have to buy anything unless they really want to do so. Because we were standing next to the compost bins, I also explained how Stan had become obsessed with leveling them out and we hoped to finish the cinder block bin this Sunday when the Bexley United Methodist Youth Fellowship are volunteering.
I also – as you can expect – told him that I have no idea
how much food each gardener grows and have no way of estimating it. Some grow a lot and some a little. Some are good and some are new. They don’t have report it to me. I do, however, keep track of what we donate
to area food pantries and Faith Mission, which, to date, exceeds 3,000
pounds. For this reason, we cannot provide
information to the City as requested about how much we grow so that we can get
a$250 Lowe’s voucher. He asked who was
requiring this and said it would get worked out.
I didn’t tell him about how the other community gardens are
affected. For instance, Highland Youth
is able to pay staff to complete the City’s questionnaire (unlike the SACG
which relies exclusively on volunteers like me). Nonetheless, the HYG didn’t try (like we did)
to list all of the vegetables and flowers that they grow pursuant to the City’s
request. They are centrally organized
(unlike the SACG where each gardener decides for herself or himself what to
grow and how much to grow and how much to harvest, etc), so they are able to
create an estimate of how much they give away and to where. In essence, a percentage is fraction. I know the numerator (the top number of the
fraction), but not the bottom number, so that I cannot estimate a
percentage. While the top number may be
500, I don’t know if the denominator (bottom number) is 1000, 2000, 3000, 5,000
or 10,000 and that makes a big difference in trying to estimate a
percentage.
My view is if the City wants a number pulled
out of thin air, they should come over and look at the Garden for themselves
and make their own estimate because their guess would be as good as mine. But if a guess is all they want, then what
good is the number anyway? If the number
is unreliable, why should we have to provide one at all? Another option would be to simply come up
with the square footage of the land growing vegetables and then extrapolate
from a couple of gardens which keep track of such information how much of what
is likely being grown. Either solution
would not create more work and more burdens for overworked community gardeners
like me. Gee whiz.
I also spent some time this morning hunting squash bugs, of
course. And I am trying out a fungicide
for the powdery mildew attacking our squash.
I only sprayed half of my crop (to see how it does in this sun) and will
spray the rest if my squash is still alive tomorrow evening when I will next
visit the Garden. Wednesday evening is
our annual water shoot out at the SACG Coral.
Don’t stop by if you don’t want to risk getting wet.
We’ve also been contacted by the OSU Honor’s program about
possibly providing us with a couple of volunteer honor students this Fall who
are working on a project involving food security. I offered to put them in charge of our weekly
food pantry harvest so that they could harvest the produce (weigh and record it
for me) and then deliver it to the food pantry or shelter of their choice. I could even arrange for them to chat with pantry/shelter
staff. If they start early enough, they
can even have input into what Fall crops we plant for our final harvest in
mid-November.
We are well into another rotation of crops at the SACG. Our lettuce has pretty much all been
harvested (or has gone bitter and to seed).
I’ve planted several rows of bush beans (which are getting eaten by
beetles and grasshoppers) and a row of beets.
When the beans go, we’ll be ready to plant Fall crops at the end of
August (when we’re expecting a group of OSU Pay-it-Forward volunteers).
Someone (likely a SACG gardener) anonymously dropped off six or seven cucumber seedlings at my plot. (This is likely because I let it slip last weekend that I cannot get my hair cut again until I have a fresh cucumber to produce to my hairdresser as I promised during my last haircut on June 10). I put a couple cucumber plants in the kids' beds and a few in the food pantry plots. I’ve even been thinking about starting some new broccoli seedlings for Fall. I planted some more basil last night because our herb garden needs to be filled in and Marcel wants some (but, mysteriously, won’t try planting it herself despite the dozens of basil seed packets in the shed).
Someone (likely a SACG gardener) anonymously dropped off six or seven cucumber seedlings at my plot. (This is likely because I let it slip last weekend that I cannot get my hair cut again until I have a fresh cucumber to produce to my hairdresser as I promised during my last haircut on June 10). I put a couple cucumber plants in the kids' beds and a few in the food pantry plots. I’ve even been thinking about starting some new broccoli seedlings for Fall. I planted some more basil last night because our herb garden needs to be filled in and Marcel wants some (but, mysteriously, won’t try planting it herself despite the dozens of basil seed packets in the shed).
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