The house design continutes. Slowly. Painstakingly. It is very hard indeed. We want small. We want authentic. We want it to fit into the landscape. We want to be energy efficient, green, off the grid, tasteful and beautiful. We know what we like. We are trying to make it happen.
In the meantime, the garden grows and sunflowers shine.
A suivre . . .
Our garden grows. Our garden delivers! Despite it all, no mulching, no organic compost, fear of blight (aie), bugs (many), not knowing what we are doing and more, we have organic food! Our own. Our first.
We have potatoes (yukon gold, russian banana), tomatoes ripening and already ripe (cherry, beefsteak), onions (yellow, red), watercress, basil, beans that just keep on coming (green, wax, haricots verts and some pole on the way), sunflowers (7 feet tall and almost flowering), wild blackberries, and we have hope. We have hope that we can feed ourselves.
A couple of weeks ago I planted more beans, radishes, turnips, kale and arugula and added compost this time. They popped up after a week and are growing along. I hope they will make it before the frost! This is my garden. My first.
Despite the incessant rain, our lack of planning, our lack of preparing, and our lack of any farming knowledge . . . the garden grows. We did not add compost, we did not mulch, we did not do any of the things we should have done. We planted too much of the same things and not many of others. We are naive. We have bugs. We might have blight. We do not have a well.
Despite it all the potates, salad, watercress, beans and basil are delicous and the tomato jungle is expanding daily. The sunflower plants are almost as tall as me.
We await ripe tomatoes. We await harder potato skins. We await sunflowers. We weed. We watch the dragonflys circle, the sun set, and another day end.
We have potato beetles (Colorado beetles), Japanese beetles, slugs, snails, some random red beetles in the soil and all sorts of other bugs I can’t even begin to identify. The potatoes continue on with the aid of my squashing (Colorado beetles) and drowning (Japanese beetles), and our watering (from the dug well quite a ways away . . .
lots of heavy lugging).
When I noticed a patch of dying leaves and stems (yellow, brown, crumpled and sad), I knew action was needed.
So, we harvested the patch. The results are quite impressive, to me at least, . . . and I am now off to cook some of them for dinner.