Garden skinny – my personal scoop on gardening

How sweet it is!

green pepper harvest

Sweet bell peppers, to be exact.  After a few days of rain my green peppers have burgeoned!  They’re so big, they actually look like I purchased them from the supermarket.  Well, the organic section, anyway.  Nice, firm, medium sized.  They definitely haven’t been pumped with any growth boosters, or super duper color enhancers (if such a thing exists) which makes this bounty all the more exciting.  Because they are huge, relatively speaking.

Huge and homegrown!  Now, the question, what do I do with them?  I’ve already given a couple away to family, but I still have a bowl full.  And while I love a good salad, green peppers are not one of my favorite ingredients.  I prefer them cooked, in black bean soup, maybe a little paella…even meatloaf!  But once I get through these dishes – three nights, four bell peppers, five more back in the garden about to pop – seems to me I better get cooking, as in, trying to figure out some new and exciting ways to serve these babies up!

It’s a good thing I staggered my garden, otherwise I’d be talking fourteen instead four.  Green peppers will keep in the fridge for up to a week, but after that, they make better compost.  Any suggestions?  I’m all ears.

An embarrassing discovery

lima-pole beanActually, I prefer the word to call it startling, or surprising.  I mean, I am a novice gardener, not some master expert.  I do have other obligations on my daily plate of duties.  It was easy to miss.

Miss what, you wonder?  Give me a minute.  That actually is a knot of embarrassment lodged firmly in my throat.  Okay.  I’m good.  My pole beans.  My beautiful, wonderfully healthy pole beans…  Well, turns out they’re not pole beans after all.  They’re limas.  Yep.   There I was, admiring my beautifully plump bean plants, nestled snugly together beneath the precisely strung twine, when I noticed the pretty white blossom.  My curiosity perked.  Pretty white blossom, which looked oh-so-familiar, white blossom?

Upon closer inspection, I spotted the imposters.  No wonder there hadn’t been the usual “lace and race” upward…the one I had been waiting for.  How did I know I was dealing with an imposter?  Warmed at the thought, my heart swells with pride.  Because I’m an avid gardener.  I know what pole beans look like and they’re not flat, wide pods.  No, ma’am.  Those are limas.  So what are they doing beneath my pole strings?

Good question.  I could claim distraction.  Anyone who knows me would buy it in a second.  A die hard multi-tasker mother of two, master of none — I’m a shoo in for the distraction defense.  But that would be too easy.  Third party interference?  Not likely.  The kids enjoy planting, but they do so only under the strictest of supervision.  Okay, that’s not exactly true, either, but in my defense, the two beans in question do look a lot alike.  They’re both white, roughly oval shaped.  The non-descript packages doled out by my local seed store are near identical.  It is unseasonably warm right now, which tends to encourage swift and efficient action in the garden.  It could happen to anyone.

Fine.  Maybe not anyone, but it could happen.  Eh-hem.  Did happen.  But stranger things have happened!

“Confused?” she asks, savoring a private smile. 

Told you I was good at distraction.  I’m also good at looking on the bright side.  So I have more lima beans.  Wonderful.  I love lima beans! And do you know how many plants it takes to produce enough servings for a family of four for one dinner?  A lot more than I imagined.  So the truth is, this mistake – I mean, misplacement – is a blessing in disguise.  Really.  And anyway, those old vines withering on the string from my spring crop…they still have a bit of “bio-degrading” left to go, before fresh new vines can shoot up with the unencumbered freedom they deserve.  Besides, I’ve staggered my plantings so the sprouts behind them, well, I’m sure those are pole beans, though it’s kinda hard to tell at this stage.  And if not, I have stakes — and lots of them.  I’ll simply take my pole beans elsewhere.  Where they’re welcome. 

And where I can remember where the heck I planted them!

Footprints in the garden

ft prints in garden

I have a visitor.  I’m not sure exactly what KIND of visitor, but whatever it is has very large paws and no respect for my tidy rows whatsoever.  It literally trampled across my vegetables!  I discovered the prints this morning as I made my usual jaunt to check on the garden.  Now I’ve had the inevitable creature visitation to my compost pile, but I didn’t know large animals with paws were interested in fresh vegetables, as say, Mr. Rabbit might prefer.   On second thought, maybe he was after Mr. Rabbit.  Does this mean I may have more than one nightly visitor?  

Either way, NONE of them are welcome.   Now comes the question:  How do I get rid of them?   Okay, perhaps “get rid” of them is the wrong terminology.   What I really want to do is dissuade them from visiting this particular section of the landscape.  I don’t think any of my sprays will work.  The label on my garlic spray bottle clearly states the odor will evaporate relatively quickly.   I’m no trapper, so rigging a nifty “gotcha!” contraption won’t work.   A full fledged fence is too costly.  

Hmmm…  This is a problem.  Maybe a chicken wire type fence can be propped up around the perimeter of my garden.  Sort of a “nothing to see over here” kind of warning.  It wouldn’t have to be sturdy, since I don’t think whoever it is wants my vegetables that bad.  I think my garden is more a nuisance to them, actually.  As they’re running through the night, it’s a “hey, what the heck is all this?” type of cry as they return to their den after an evening of hunting.  “So, sorry.  Let me apologize for planting my goodies smack square in the middle of your flight path!” 

Anyhow, it’s a challenge for the field gardener, such as I am.  A few acres is a beautiful thing until you incorporate that wonderful selling feature called “green space” into the equation.  It looks nice and adds a rural feel to the place, but it also attracts wildlife.  Mine tends to be more swamp than forest, so I can count on alligators and snakes to be in the near vicinity at all times, but coyotes and foxes?   Bears are doubtful, though anything’s possible, I guess.   But “what” it is really doesn’t matter.   It’s interfering with my gardening and must be stopped!