One of the Chief Gardeners of Wishetwurra Farm hopes that this post, about “The South”, will not cause you to rebel.
And to those of you who requested these “time lapse” series, here is the exciting conclusion of the 2012 garden season!
April 20, 2012: (Red) collared coles, shallots sprouting, and look at that, it’s April, and the hose and sprinkler are out. We had a really dry spell for a while. It’s rare to have to irrigate in early spring.
May 11, 2012: peas pushing, celeriac settling, calendulas calending, chard lighting up, and look at all those leaves busting out!
May 30, 2012: In the “Bermuda Triangle”, center left, is a poppin’ pile o’ peas, and the squirming squash, secured under reemay (cucumber beetles are a plague here). New “pimped” wheelbarrow is parked next to the Triangle.
July 2, 2012: Tomatoes explode upward, and at the far end, the winter squashery is underway. June’s loose, lush green is about to get toughened by summer’s heat.
July 20, 2012: Winter squash patch at far end protected by cover, lest leaves be laced by beetles.
July 30, 2012: Harvest has begun…the shallots have been pulled. Everything is sprawling. First blight appears on lower tomato leaves. Sunflowers ‘splode in sun.
August 27, 2012: Soil building in near beds. a half a foot of manure has been tilled in, seeded with cover crops, and covered with eelgrass. Tithonia is redorange dots near tiller. Tomatoes are suffering
October 5, 2012:
- November 5, 2012: Two weeks now, after our “normal” first frost date, and there has yet to have been any coldnip of consequence to dill or to nasturtium. Weeds were getting too far along amidst the oats in the near bed. I was afraid they’d go to seed, so the cover crop has been trampled down, and more manure is being added.
December 8, 2012: Manuring, soil-building, and tilling continues. We’ve had one night, maybe two now, get into the upper twenties.
Our British gardening friends, on their clement, green, Gulf-Stream-caressed isle, speak of chill as”degrees-below”. You might hear them say, “It was three below last night!”. The freezing point of water is their “zero” point of reference, so “three below” for them is twenty-nine degrees. That’s just a step past “chilly”. Their “three below” is not our “three below”. Our reference point is zero. For us, three below zero for us is more than a nip of frost. It’s a biting, numbing, gelid cold. As has been said, the US and England are two nations, separated by a common language….
Returning to digression, It has been a pleasure to present to you “El Sud”, from my famous novel about the day off in the garden.
“Donkey Hoe Day”.