I planted my garden from the far side toward the house without a plan. I figured the point was to get the seeds in the ground, so they’d grow. When Karl bakes bread without measuring anything, he calls himself a free-baker. I guess I’m a free-gardener.
Now, it’s time to harvest the garlic, new potatoes and some of the onions. It looks tired on the far side of the garden, but in the earth is a bounty I’ve never harvested from my own garden. Last weekend, I dug up about five pounds of new potatoes to take to my grandma’s 84th birthday party, where I cooked the family meal for the first time. Today, I will dig up enough new potatoes to bake scalloped potatoes for one of my former student’s 9th birthday party. And, tomorrow, I will dig up some more.
My free gardening worked out well since the tired looking side of the garden is hidden from the tiny house deck by tall Kennebec potatoes and tomato plants trellising on locust posts. It looks lush and happy. I’m proud of myself for going for it even if I didn’t know exactly what should go where. Even if it could be better, it is perfect.
Last night, I wound some wire around two more locust poles that Karl harvested from the forest when he made way for our bigger tiny house. (Locust will last a long time when used for poles; it’s a natural “pressure treated” wood. Lots of folks use it for fence posts and trellising. One of our friends even built his house on locust poles.) I wrapped the cucumber vines around the wire and will continue to train them to trellis the wire. Soon, I will make pickles.
Even though the cabbage worms were racing me to the finish line, I am happy to report that we have six nice heads of cabbage, ready to harvest. I can’t wait to harvest and taste Karl’s Asian slaw made with my homegrown cabbage.
Today, I am going to dig a bead for basil. I love pesto, and will plant almost the rest of the garden with basil. Basil is the first thing I ever grew successfully, and pesto is easy to make and preserve for the winter. It’s a delight to pull a jar out of the freezer (wait, we don’t have a freezer) in the middle of January for pesto pasta.
So, I have a confession. I want a freezer. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. It’d be so nice to freeze some of this bounty, rather that having to can all of it. I don’t know if we’ll actually buy one, I guess that depends on craigslist, but it is something I think about. Not a big freezer, just a tiny one.
What’s happening in your garden? What’s your favorite thing to grow? Share in the comment section. Happy summer!