HAD THE RADISH
A STROLL, A RAMBLE, A TRUDGE..gardening in Vermont..an old gardener looking for new tricks while moving from the purely floral to jabbing at sustainability via vegetables and fruits.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Quinoa in Vermont
Monday, October 1, 2012
A Silent Year
I pretty much despise obscurantism; liking instead a beginning, middle and end. And an explanation. Whether in a book or a garden I want A-Z. (I chuckle, you'd think I'd learn, wouldn't you?). Eventually one figures out our little grabs at control, (no matter how humble), are, at the end of the day, laughable. And, after a period of suitably ruffled feathers, we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and carry on ideally with a 'big picture' frame of mind.
So I took a break from this blog and even from reading those other blogs I admire so much. When I did investigate I found a few of my favorite writers seemed to have significantly lessened their output as well. Have they said it all? Hardly I suspect. I'll keep checking.
So now that I'm in the process of putting the gardens to bed and re-thinking what I might want for next year I have a hankering to blog. Ok, yeah..funny.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
falling in the fall
category...well..sometime after the new year. (I'll milk this convalescence for a bit).
I've not been thinking much about this blog and noticed it's been quite a while since I poked my snout in for a yik-yak. When I do think of it though it's never with a despairing feeling but more like, "Hey, jump in, take a swing." To be honest I've been distracted. Not necessarily in a bad way but not strictly in a garden-y way. Not that there are any rules about the content in this journal but I rather respect the fact that the majority of the food growing related blogs I do read tend to stay on topic and not stray into the volatile waters of politics and proselytizing. But to be wholly honest those I admire the most and most look forward to reading leave a pretty distinct bread crumb trail as to their feelings about things that are going on.
But autumn is a time to think, is it not? And so I thought today as I sowed spinach in the mini-hoophouse. I thought and I thought and I thought.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
making right
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
gratitude, tough Vermonters or....
what did they do in the olden days? Things are a bit of a mess in my state at the moment with lots of work and frustration ahead for sure. Since I am writing this it's obvious we were among the lucky ones with power restored. Sheesh, "My name is Randi and I'm an electricity-aholic. Hi Randi." This awareness is acute when one is deprived of one's (almost) favorite addiction for a couple days. The focus is sharp and the woodstove gets fired up to start heating water. Outside the chainsaw symphonies begin. Around here many of us can't actually see our neighbors but we can hear them. Some have generators and that's an annoying or reassuring sound dependent upon your point of view. I spent my first decades reading nothing but fiction, (and am not sorry for it in the least), but over the last many years have devoted myself almost entirely to non fiction. However I allow myself a bit of indulgence in August and so this morning I read from one the used paperbacks grabbed from the 25cent shelf...."You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all it's stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home." Annie Dillard
Enough, enough..back to work.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Applesauce & Rain
Thursday, August 4, 2011
weeder women
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Bee Stings & Sun Screens
Friday, July 15, 2011
miss copperhead shuffles off this mortal coil...
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Apres moi, le deluge...
Grow a bit of wheat and oats. Again, would love to increase all the grains. Working on it.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Come here Red...
Saturday, June 25, 2011
a ray of sunshine today...hip, hip.....sheesh
How on earth any pollination took place this Spring is beyond me, (several of the apple trees missed the boat), but here hang some peaches. I've already applied one dose of Surround which was something of a fool's errand considering it's been raining just about non-stop for 2 months. The ground is completely saturated and it squishes when you walk. Deep standing water in the depressions around the raised beds. Waterlogged takes on whole new context. However, given my druthers, I'll take this over Arizona wildfires or drought stricken Texas or truly flooded or tornado ravaged places to the south and west of me.
I've added a second hive hopefully in the nick of time. My bee man sadly lives far from me so this latest acquisition was a hand-off en route but it seems I may be having problems with hive 1. The bitch is that it's been raining so much and it's been so, well, cold that I haven't had the optimal time to open the hive, photograph it and send it on to my pro but an actual hour of sun happened today inducing me to take these snaps and next week the temps promise to get up into the 80's,(it's been in 50's alot lately), so maybe my vegetable plants that have stalled completely might just do that crazy thing we call 'grow' before the first frost kills them off. I know, I know..kvetch..complain but I defy anyone to tell me weather patterns aren't changing. I've been tromping around here for 50 odd years and I see change. One can imagine an atmosphere full of particles having a tougher time moving along as freely as it once did. Sigh.
Friday, June 10, 2011
A Fowl Trade..Let it Bee
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
loss
But there is another part of me that feels it's just too personal sometimes, too raw.
So for Url the cat who I raised from the tender age of 2 days to 8 short years who died unexpectedly
yesterday and is now buried beneath one of the new apple trees I can only blink back my seemingly endless tears. No kidding, this cat was not a cat but a neurotic clown who gave me more smiles than I can calculate. I held him and made myself watch him as life left his eyes. I admit, without embarrassment, I am bereft.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
cart before horse
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
consequences of neglect
There are always a couple of perennial beds around here that get 'forgotten' every couple years....I try to do a kick ass job on each bed every couple years but it doesn't always work out.
Witness the attack of Bidens frondosa or more colloquially named hereabouts as Devil's Pitchfork.
As someone who's done her share of weeding I know things are bad when I am forced to retreat and find a fresh shirt.
But as I was en route I must admit to a moment of grudging admiration for the opportunistic little beggar. We critters do all the work dragging it's sorry seed from pillar to post, pulling, or trying to pull, them off as we advance. hmmmmmm....
Friday, September 17, 2010
maybe a frost tonight
peas will appreciate the frost
kangaroo apples will never ripen to orange by the looks of things
how much damage will the girls do to the little pink magnolia with their roosting ways?
ornamental kales also give thumbs up to some serious chilling
no, really I was just kidding about the castor beans