I put an asparagus patch in about 2010 or 2011. Didn’t harvest a spear until 2015 I think, and then for the next couple of years only a few. Long story. Remember The Lost Summer? The asparagus patch suffered a real hit that year. Imagine– trying to transplant asparagus in July. In Mississippi. This season’s
The header image has been adjusted accordingly. Winter Sunshine is both a good photograph and a good crappy old book,* but it’s time to move ahead. In fewer than 50 days we will have fresh lettuce for salads. Today is also the day I begin harvesting fresh asparagus. That investment of time and energy eight
without a photograph of one nice looking head of cabbage?
I mentioned this has been an odd summer. No tomatoes due to f*&^ing deer. Very little yellow squash. Plumb forgot to plant okra. More eggplant than you can shake a stick at. Ditto zucchini. And then there are the bush beans. I have been growing bush beans for many more years than I care to
One more batch and that will be the end of the lemon cucumbers. That’s always a sad day for me. But life, and gardens, move on.
Purdy, ain’t it? Froze beans yesterday. That would be yesterday, August 15th. You are correct in thinking that ain’t right. Details to follow.
We are cucumber rich. I used this phrase in a conversation with Joanie at SuperLu this morning. She laughed. (SuperLu is the grocery store SuperValu. The “Va” on the sign on the side of the building were burnt out for a long time, hence, SuperLu.) I may drop in with a small bag of cukes
This particular reposted recipe was posted August 4, 2015. Once, and sometimes twice a year Mr. Big Food and I set aside everything else to make a few batches of Spicy Frozen Cucumbers. This year, I think we still had some in February or March. Also made a batch of pickled jalapeños. Spicy Frozen Cucumbers
It is fenced in. There is fishing line randomly strewn about. I have a Yard Guard that emits ultrasonic frequencies. I have two radios tuned into noise. I spray Liquid Fence all over the freaking place. Short of putting Rocky & Missy in there for the night I am out of ideas.
That was Mr. Big Food yesterday evening– positively giddy. He said this was his favorite time of year. Moussaka with homegrown eggplant. Stuffed green peppers. Fresh lemon cucumbers for the salad. Home. Grown. Tomatoes. What would life be without homegrown tomatoes? I cannot argue with his sentiment.
One day last winter, when the dogs and I were walking around the edge of the water shed in the Piney Woods, I looked up and saw the trail cam! Right where Daughter C and the J-Man had left it. Took it down and brought it inside. Earlier this spring, when I set up the
With regard to a possible developing tropical system near the north central Gulf coast by late this week, based on the ECENS and GEFS, it currently appears most probable that it will migrate into the northwestern Gulf coast vicinity by this weekend, before weakening inland of coastal areas. The track of any lingering remnants becomes
Simmer down. I happened to watch the weather forecast on the television set with Mr. Big Food this morning. I kid you not, Joel said something like, “It’s July in Mississippi. You already know what I’m going to say.” And sure enough, we did. Hot. Humid. Heat Index over 100. The news is there’s a
SueK asked the other day what hornworm eggs look like, so I went out to collect as many as I could find. The moth from which the eggs come lays them singly on the leaves of stems of tomato and pepper plants. Now you know.
55 days — Also known as ‘Lebanese White Bush’ and ‘White Vegetable Marrow.’ A bush-type summer squash with quick maturing fruits that have an excellent, sweet flavor, weigh one to two pounds and look like small honeydew melons. The flesh is sweet and has been referred to as “the honeydew of squashes.” The rinds cook
Most weeks, I’m responsible for cooking one night. I failed to take this responsibility seriously last weekend when Mr. Big Food was working out the menu for this week. I knew I wanted a veggie plate, and I did have a hankering for spinach so picked some up when we did the shopping. Beyond that,
But I was wrong. Aphids on zinnias in a glass on a table in the house. And not only that! Lady bug nymphs eating aphids on zinnias in a glass on a table in the house.
Today I yanked out the green peas and Mr. Big Food and I shelled what I’d harvested this week. He’s already planed several meals of peas for next week. Sitting at the kitchen table watching the errant pea fall to the floor, I was reminded of Miss M’s first experience shelling black eyed peas years
Spied more than one of these on the creek bank. Thinking I may put long pants on some cool morning and go see if it has layered itself. Wouldn’t a bunch of these look nice way up front in the shade?
Who loves a gardenFinds within his soulLife’s whole;He hears the anthem of the soilWhile ingrates toil;And sees beyond his little sphereThe waving fronds of heaven, clear.– Louise Seymour Jones from The Best Loved Poems of the American People. Hazel Felleman, ed. Garden City Books, Garden City, New York. 1936.