It’s almost time to pick and dry the oregano that will satisfy our oregano needs this coming winter. There’s comfort in that. Meanwhile, we still have 27 pints of stewed tomatoes from last year. Many of the freezer bags say, “stewed with oreg.” Mr. Big Food tells me that if we still have frozen stewed
H/T Jeff Foxworthy Took me two decompressed sprayer passes through the clogged sprayer to figure out the mechanism by which the sprayer was getting clogged. An hour of my life. Several gallons of water. There were wrenches involved. And Q-tips. And needle-nosed pliers. But I finally figured it out, no thanks to the helpless folk
As proprietor of Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life in rural Mississippi, I have entered the Big Garden phase of my Big Life. This morning it’s out to kill fire ants and spray Jordan’s blueberry & apple garden. As the kids used to say, TTYL!
I just saw the sweetest thing up in Miss M’s daisy patch. A Gentleman Bug and a Lady Bug were working hard to start a family. Precious.
I’m tending the roses and grapes today. Big job. The grapes have really taken off but I did not realize they had so many suckers. Must go. Roses need attention. Big garden! Guess what? It’s going to rain! And not just any old rain, thunderstorms and lightening and possible hail and tornadoes. I’ve been outside
The state of Western Civilization notwithstanding, today will be even gloriouser than yesterday. Pax vobiscum.
just so you know. Gardenia. Italian cypress. Some pretty little rose. I shall return.
In my opinion– and given my experiences– sweet potatoes are among the easiest and more prolific vegetable plants. And homegrown heirloom sweet potatoes are just so much better than store bought. So I was very very excited to get an email from our pals at New Hope Seed Company announcing that they would be offering
Mom always says, don’t wish your life away. Still… . Stay warm!
Following up from yesterday… . Each of those logs weighs one pound. Each is wrapped in Saran Wrap with three logs per freezer bag. They are curing in the Bunkhouse fridge and this evening we’ll put them in the deep freeze. All told we made 22 pounds of four varieties– more of the A-S-F than
When was it– two years ago? The J-man & Daughter C put in two muscadine grape vines. And then last year, another two. Last year we each had a handful. This year we’ll have enough to make jelly, or maybe wine! This is just the first picking. They are delicious. (Yes, yes. I know not
No matter how diligent you are, there are just going to be cucumbers that escape your attention. You pick the ones which are 3-4″ long. You slice them into salads. You preserve them as Spicy Frozen Cucumbers, and then you you run across an 18″ behemoth. How did I miss this? Here on the Farm,
When I say, “I pray to God,” I’m just talking to the Big Man in the Sky. I have no idea what algorithm he uses to decide when and where to dump water on Mississippi gardens. I can’t comprehend why for the last few weeks he’s been dumping water from the sky on gardens to
First time for me, too. Tomatillos have been volunteering out here since the first time I purposefully planted them and we’ve always gotten a couple of good bowls of salsa out of them. This year’s crop was prolific in terms of quantity, but defective in quality. That’s sad because it’s always fun to pair a
We here on the Farm are like swimming in fresh vegetables. :-}
I’ve been boticing that stupid auto-correct fails miserably along the dialect fringe. Gen-U-Ine (for you poor souls that don’t know this, I’m uttering the word, according to Webster, “genuine” as how it’s said, “Gen-U-Ine” by some people. Genuine. It’s a word.) ‘Nuff of that. This is a Genuinely Large Tomato. We’re right proud.
This was Daughter C’s idea. We had, up in the workshop, a perfectly nice old enamel topped segment of kitchen cupboard that we brought with us from Cincinnati. It was in the basement in Cincy and we thought enough of it to tote it to Miss’ippi. Daughter C suggested that it might find purpose in
I am over-run with books right now. And I have not, regrettably not, finished Spring Cleaning. That’s essential. That and the list for Daughter C. But Daughter C has caught the gardening bug. And so I am thinking about the garden, and trying to supplement Daughter C’s reading with some experience. Here we go. Miss
Where Were You Built? (Helen E. Hokinson. E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc., New York. 1948)