If it’s going to go on and be so mild this winter, we’re going to have carrots for Christmas.
Knobby carrots, eh? They’re made that shape. Called “beefheart,” they grow short and stumpy, which is a more successful shape in Georgia clay than long and skinny.
The seeds went in in fall, as usual. But [...]
It might have been earlier, but I was out of town.
And while I was gone, the vegetables out-competed the weeds!
Have got assorted kale, lettuce and radishes.
There are also carrot seedlings which will grow slowly through the winter. They’ll be ready [...]
Mmm … a rich day of foraging yesterday. Got nearly two pints off the vines in my parking lot at home. Would have been a lot more if I had a bucket truck!
If you want to learn more about urban foraging, dig Concrete Jungle, who pick hundreds of lbs of good ITP [...]
The garden doesn’t wait on you, you wait on the garden. The grapes came in yesterday, all of them. As did several pounds of tomatoes. Which dictates my schedule today.
I say “we” because my husband and I both are gathering the watermelons and eating them. But when I talk about planting, it will be “I.”
The first watermelon of summer, for my money, is [...]
Like these carrots, I have been buried these few months. Though not by luscious, biodynamic earth. Nope, by the Georgia General Assembly, the 40 or so days that make up the busy season of a government reporter.
Now spring’s upon us, time to get to real work. By tomorrow, Good Lord Willing, I’ll [...]
Good food is supposed to satisfy all five senses. Cake made of the elusive, earthy, rock-hard and semi-toxic black walnut does that plus satisfies the sense of accomplishment.
I don’t do this more than once a year, and you’ll see why, but I’m making black walnut cake for Thanksgiving.
This starts in about [...]
Spinach, Red Russian kale, leaf lettuce and arugula — yes, dreaded bougie arugula — but I assure you it is simple, delicious stuff from dirt.
Late October is a little late, maybe two or three weeks late, for harvesting first fall salad; but arugula comes in before everything else and I’m not Barack Obama enough [...]
The sweet potatoes came in this weekend.
They could have stayed in the ground another few weeks, but they started blooming so, time to dig, thinks I.
“They look so sensuous!” said my neighbor who came by to inspect. She’s also described a tree trunk in my yard the same way.