The past winter was longish, quiet that stretched off into the distant unknown. Calling it calm, as I have, may be overstating the level of activity during that period of life, and the pandemic.
Spring came. Vaccinations came. We are still isolating except for Attila having to go to work.
With spring came the big planning and preparation for the garden. I do participate in the planning stages of the garden, and the infrastructural aspects of the garden. For example, it was my bright idea to purchase a 1000 litre rain water tank to capture and use the run off from the roof for garden watering. I bought our first compost bin and installed it, we now have three that are almost full. I also have significant input into what is grown in the garden, based on what we need for winter eating, and what varieties of those plants will work best for food preservation. Attila focuses on getting the seeds sorted and ready for planting the seedling trays. He constructs his little greenhouses on top of the raised beds. Then he begins to plant his seeds. He isn’t finished planting the resulting seedlings just yet, there are still a few dozen plants to go in the ground.
I grew up on a farm, my paternal family owned farms, my maternal relatives had huge gardens. I was accustomed to lots of land, and plentiful amounts of everything, such as water and matured manure, for the gardens.
Attila plants his garden in mysterious ways. Our garden sits on our on third of an acre lot, competing for space with the drive, the house, the garage, the shed, and the back porch. The first year Attila planted a full garden here at Mist Cottage I thought, “yeah right, what chaos, whatever you makes you happy Attila.” I kept that to myself though, as I wasn’t doing any of the physical work, so I deferred to Attila’s unfamiliar gardening decisions. I was completely blown away by the volume of produce that came out of that seeming chaos. Plentiful is an understatement. Attila’s iterative development methods of gardening pay off.
The whole garden consists of volunteers, perennials, transplants from our yard or Mom’s/Sis’s/Granny’s/Terra’s yard, or started from seed. Starting an entire garden from seed is a huge undertaking, and I thank my lucky stars that Attila loves doing it. The garden is his happy place. Cooking and preserving what comes out of it is my happy place. Good match! We could never afford to buy this quality of food, we are not on an artisanal budget. This is our way of living beyond our means.
Already I am becoming busier and busier. It started with Rhubarb, which has been coming in for weeks now. Then came Spinach. Now things are coming in more frequently, Peas, Swiss Chard, Beets, Garlic Scapes, Strawberries, and Lettuce primarily. We eat a lot of the freshly harvested vegetables, either raw or cooked. As the amount coming out of the garden and into house increases, I begin to preserve some of it for next winter’s enjoyment.
Adding to the activities generated by the garden, I have a temporary new task, sieving my home milled flour. The latest bag of wheat berries have a significantly increased proportion of bran to germ. This is so significant that my loaves do not rise properly. If I sieve the flour to remove some of the bran, the loaves turn out wonderfully well. As you can see below, I removed a lot of bran from the flour, the canister on the left was full of flour before I started. You can see how much flour I have left! Luckily I can use the bran for other things, in casseroles and baked goods. I will try milling a small batch of flour, enough for one loaf, at a finer grind, to see if that will improve the results.
Updated on Mon, Jun 21, 12:25 PM
FEELS LIKE 33
Monday’s set-up has ALL the makings of a severe weather day, with a tornado threat over parts of Ontario.
Wind 21 S km/h
Humidity 68 %
Visibility 25 km
Sunrise 5:23 AM
Wind gust 32 km/h
Pressure 99.8 kPa
Ceiling 10000 m
Sunset 8:55 PM
“Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.”
1874 – 1963
As most of the marks made in history are scars.