No More Mister 7a Guy at Wishetwurra Farm.

This year is looking good at Wishetwurra Farm. The spring drought has been broken by two nice, soaking rains, of an inch and a half each. Watering will not be an issue for a little while. Nights are now usually fifty degrees or warmer. Tomatoes and peppers have been transplanted out. The last potato planting is in. Time for second plantings of beets and carrots. Almost time for edamame soybeans, which we’ll eat, steamed and salted, perhaps with a beer nearby, later on in the summer. Yesterday the asparagus patch got picked clean, and by late this morning there were over a dozen more nice fat spears ready to pick. The rhubarb plants are enormous. One of the leaves is three feet long, from ground to leaf tip, and the leaf itself is two feet wide. That’s a leaf you could wear for a hat.

Wishetwurra Farm used to be in Zone 7a, but this year the USDA promoted us to Zone 7b. Our springs up here on the Ridge Hill piedmont can be slow to warm, but our fall weather lingers warm, thanks to the warm ocean water that surrounds the island. We are also aided by our elevation, and are usually spared the frosts and freezes that bedevil the lower outwash plain areas, where on cloudless wind-free nights, the air cool and pools. The plains are also to where flows the air that has cooled in hills. Go a half mile from here, some nights, and you can be twenty degrees colder.

Sometimes we get to Thanksgiving without anything more than a nip of frost. Want proof? The platter below was taken to a family Thanksgiving dinner.

Picked in the outside garden, November 26, 2009

The date of the flower picking that yielded this bouquet? See photo caption for your answer.

December 5, 2011

The dance of the irises is beginning. The next few images are a foretaste of where we might go with the bearded beauties. There will be an iris-only post, sometime in the next week or so.

A siberian iris.

Bluebeard the Iris. Notorious swaggerer in the garden.

Iris come in so many colors. Iris is the goddess of the rainbow. The word “iridescence” comes from iris. In spanish, “rainbow” is “arco-iris”. Hesiod says Iris is the daughter of Thaumas and the cloud-nymph Electra.

The oriental bunching onions have popped their caps, producing pompoms, and are offering pollen and nectar to all who care to take part. Flies like ’em cause they stink so good. There’s a clump of these onions in the back of the greenhouse. This time of year, that corner is abuzz with flies.

Pistil Packing Mama?

Maybe we’ll get some more Heart Potatoes this fall.

What’s a Heart Potato?

These are Heart Potatoes.

What do you do with Heart Potatoes?

Take a picture of them, and next February 14th, give the picture to your beloved, for a Valentine’s card.

That’s what happens to Heart Potatoes at Wishetwurra Farm.

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