First, I confess that not one load of grass has been removed from my lawn. If' I'm going to get anything planted I need to remove this fancified weed from the front and side lawns.
Second, Dianne and I met someone tonight who is interested in the urban, compact gardening I am attempting. He has about the level of knowledge as me which is to say we're hacking our way through the first years of true gardening. I was asking Dianne the difference between 'determinate' and 'indeterminate' as I select tomato varieties from my new and most delightful source of seeds-- Seedsavers. The flash catalogue alone (see here) is pure pleasure. The non-profit organization is as old as me and is committed to biodiversity and preserving 'heritage gardening' in North America. With each members contribution of a new varieties, small and great gardens alike get a chance to try something new-- fantastic for a foodie like me!-- and a select amount are preserved for future generations.
I thought everyone should know. At the end of tonight, we'd had a superficial coverage of heirloom seeds, grow lights, affordable urban gardening, and creating tiered compact garden containers from freecycled dressers. This is another goal of mine. To freecycle low treatment old dressers, staple in ground cover and tier them.
I plan to order from seedsavers this week. I'm nervous and worried about this investment. I have NEVER started seeds successfully. I can transplant and start from cuttings like there is no tomorrow, but nurturing a seed into existence on a tight budget? I couldn't even do it with Burpee's 'guaranteed' pod system. First I need heat. I don't keep my house warm. Except for the places we'd like to be cooler, not one area of my old Victorian isn't drafty and cool. I'm cheap. I walk all day on a treadmill or pile on sweaters to stay warm.
Also, I need some grow lights or bulbs to accompany the old aquariums I plan to use as mini greenhouses for seed saving. I'm a bit confuzzled, to use the teen vernacular, about which full spectrum bulbs to choose. Should I go compact florescent, regular florescent or incandescent? Ask me some time about my first year of homeschooling and attempting to seed start in a dank basement of our rented duplex. I don't know if it was my placement, the cool, the dark or the dripping poo that prevented any plants from taking off! What a hoot that I even tried to grow something in a mold and waste-infested basement in NE- Pennsylvanian.
I only plan to start some herbs and my tomatoes indoors. Everything else will begin later, though I'd like to devote one whole aquarium to lettuce and herbs indoors for early and late harvesting. Getting this right is important. I have no good windows for seed starting or planting, in spite of my 10' ceilings and high windows. This is a neighborhood where I could hang out my bedroom window and wash my neighbors' siding. The front porch may be great for helping my daughter escape the event of a house fire, but nothing grows in these. They are too shaded.
So advice on starting soils, heat levels, light bulbs and the craziness of choosing heirloom seeds, rather than the 'proven' hybrids is welcomed.
Here goes...
I am keeping the following sites handy:
1. This site gives advice on choosing varieties that compliment box and container gardening.
2. Dummies.com has some handy info on box gardening an starting seeds indoors.
3. This site is the BOMB for some ideas on savvy and urban container gardening!
I think Dianne and I decided to plant a kind of pinwheel pumpkin from seedsavers. We buy these at a local international grocery. They are delightful. She gave me a bit of pause saying that squash need a bit debugging, manually, to succeed. "Don't you spray with soapy water or pepper oil water?" I asked. Nope. Apparently there is no way around a bit of that on-your-knees work that I did as a kid in my parents garden. I hated that. I'm a wuss. I want affordable, foodie varieties without all the weeding and debugging and stuff. Oh, and no chemicals. We'll see how this year goes.
Lastly, I admit, I want a bit of beauty in this, so I don't hate it and so I don't honk off my neighbors, though I live a small town version of 'a bad neighborhood.' Most won't care that my front lawn looks like a disaster area, if I share a few of the fruits of this labor. But I will care. The inside of my home is meticulously decorated and cleaned, albeit with thrift store goodies. Nevertheless, I need lovely plants to mingle with the veggies, and pretty veggies. That's why I'm loving seedsavers. The catalog attends to the type of leaf on a plant, its zone, its hardiness and fecundity, as well as its appearance. Still, I don't know what flowers to mingle with the veggies. This year its gotta be cheap!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Get Ready, Get Set
Last week I advised finding and cleaning up tools, which, I , of course, didn't do, because we have had cruddy weather, and, and, and, well, I just didn't do it. I think they are all over there in that corner of the garage, except for stuff in the other shed, and stuff on the porch...
Get ready for spring garden spring cleaning, hoeing, raking, digging, and all that energetic stuff by getting some exercise NOW. Take some walks, do some upper body strengthening stuff. Whatever will work. I guarantee you that you will have more stamina, and more strength to do the work once it starts. I have gardened for many years, so things on my body are in different places that they used to be, or don't work as well as they should, or I get "hitched in my giddyap." After I started taking two dance lessons a week 4 years ago, I noticed that I could be outside really working for much longer, with much less residual pain. Now, I am still having a love affair with ibuprofen, sometimes I take it before I start, to keep down the creaking and groaning. But I know that I can do the yard and garden work, and I will continue on, I hope, for many years.
Also, find or get some really good gloves, save your hands.
Dianne, dirt and all
Get ready for spring garden spring cleaning, hoeing, raking, digging, and all that energetic stuff by getting some exercise NOW. Take some walks, do some upper body strengthening stuff. Whatever will work. I guarantee you that you will have more stamina, and more strength to do the work once it starts. I have gardened for many years, so things on my body are in different places that they used to be, or don't work as well as they should, or I get "hitched in my giddyap." After I started taking two dance lessons a week 4 years ago, I noticed that I could be outside really working for much longer, with much less residual pain. Now, I am still having a love affair with ibuprofen, sometimes I take it before I start, to keep down the creaking and groaning. But I know that I can do the yard and garden work, and I will continue on, I hope, for many years.
Also, find or get some really good gloves, save your hands.
Dianne, dirt and all
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Get Ready for Spring
If you have a few warm days coming in the next week or two, but suspect that more winter is coming, console your gardening self by rummaging through your garage or shed, basement, or neighbor's garage, and find your gardening tools. Scrape off dirt, sand the handles, rub a little oil on them or tape them. Splinters are not your friends. Do NOT buy cheap tools. I have broken enough shovels to know that a great tool saves time and money in the long run. When buying a shovel, or fork, or any long handled tool, look to see if the working part is screwed onto the handle, not just shoved in and pressed together. Two bolts or screws are better than one. Attachments that are one solid piece, and not bits put together are also better tools.
My husband likes for me to gather all my tools, lay them out on the grass, and spray paint the handles bright orange. This is because I can be careless, and leave them lying about, and then they get run over by the lawnmower.
http://www.gardenhardware.com/dig-planters.html several very nice handtools. I recommend the Korean Hand Trowel. I love mine, and yes, it has been lost in the , um,, weeds on the edge of the garden, and has been run over by the lawnmower. Made a great clunk. I taped the handle, it still works. Its pointy end is great for digging up weeds in between plants, and the long outside edge is good for beating clods, whacking old plants down, and leveling soil. (not dirt, that's what comes into the house on your shoes) Also comes in handy for waving angrily at that daggone mole that has torn up the lawn, again.
Dianne, dirt and all
My husband likes for me to gather all my tools, lay them out on the grass, and spray paint the handles bright orange. This is because I can be careless, and leave them lying about, and then they get run over by the lawnmower.
http://www.gardenhardware.com/dig-planters.html several very nice handtools. I recommend the Korean Hand Trowel. I love mine, and yes, it has been lost in the , um,, weeds on the edge of the garden, and has been run over by the lawnmower. Made a great clunk. I taped the handle, it still works. Its pointy end is great for digging up weeds in between plants, and the long outside edge is good for beating clods, whacking old plants down, and leveling soil. (not dirt, that's what comes into the house on your shoes) Also comes in handy for waving angrily at that daggone mole that has torn up the lawn, again.
Dianne, dirt and all
Sunday, February 13, 2011
"Strarbries"
I'm a friend , fellow worshipper at St. Stephen the First Martyr Orthodox Church, and gardening buddy. Maria has invited me to write on this blog about my gardening. I hope you can "glean" something from it. I'm Dianne Combs, and I can't wait for the snow and ice to melt here in west central Indiana. My nails have been clean way too long...
My gardening roots go way back to the patch of garden behind my granddad's row house in King's Lynn, England. These roots also extend out into the fields my nana worked before, during, and after WWII in the Norfolk countryside. Having a garden was not a choice then, it was dig, plant, weed, pick, or starve. I remember visiting there and helping to dig up potatoes and boiling them up with new peas, served with fresh mint. I wonder if Granddad thought of our visit when he was digging and planting those potatoes. I have heard numerous stories throughout my life about the hard life my grandparents lived, as working class people in England. They worked the fields, picking "strarbries" for chits, or tokens, which were then changed into coin. The Norfolk soil is so dark and fresh, ripe for two or three crops a year, one crop of greens, followed by another. I'm sure she picked broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce, brussel sprouts, and strawberries until her fingers bled and her back ached, but yet she picked until she could take home enough money to feed the electric meter inside the front door, to put wood in the fire, and to feed her children. I'm sure that every time we ate "strarbries" as children, my mother told us these stories, to make us appreciate what we had as American children. I remember my mother taking us to a strawberry patch on County Line Road, east of Greenwood, IN, to pick until the bowls, and we, were full. I don't remember, but I'm sure my mother's eyes were full of tears, remembering her home, and her mother, and that other garden, so far away.
I'm sure she also had no idea that she was passing along a genetic predisposition to garden as she dug up the small patch behind the garage on Pleasant Run Dr. She was so pleased to start her own garden, with all the seeds and fertilizer she bought. She wished later that she had read the label on the bag better, as she spread what she thought was ferilizer onto her newly tilled ground. She found out after the first rain that she had spread a bag of cement, not useful for the cultivation of lettuce, 'taters, and strawberries.
I was given a small spot next to the back door for my gardening bit. My sister had the other spot. Guess which one had actual flowers growing in it. To this day, my sister can barely put fingers into a pot of dirt, while I don't think I'm done for the day unless the water in the shower runs brown.
I knew I had full blown gardener genes when we moved to the country right after our marriage, and I had Bill out digging up a garden before we had moved in. I remember asking my mother to help me weed the strawberries when I was newly pregnant with my oldest two years later. It was bend over, weed, puke, bend over, weed, puke. But we ate strawberries that year!
This child was to come to me three years later with lettuce in one hand and broccoli in the other, proclaiming proudly, "Look , mommy , salad!"
We have moved from that place, back into town. I made sure that we had enough space for a garden. I have been building the soil with leaves, compost, neighbor's garden and yard detritus, buckets of manure from the in-town horse stables, and my own piles of garden and kitchen waste. I dug up perennials from my 16 year-old garden and moved them by the shovelful to my new yard, not yet turned for garden space. I worked around them, and now have a huge front garden, full of iris, daylilies, lavender, hydrangeas, loads of other stuff. Come by and see it, bring a shovel , some stuff already needs dividing.
The first summer we lived here, I planted tomatoes in amongst the flowers in the front. My neighbor threw a fit--"nobody plants veggies in the front yard!" Well, she changed her tune after I started feeding her those tomatoes. I also grow strawberries(see the theme here? I LOVE them), potatoes, onions, and sweet potatoes in the front yard. Most people don't even see them. Unfortunately, the groundhog from the barn cellar knows where they are.
In the backyard, which is shadier, and clay-ier because of foundation soil dumping, I have successfully grown perennials like concord grapes, thornless black raspberries, asparagus, black and red currants, gooseberries, and , of course, strawberries. Last year I attempted red raspberries, but the lack of rain killed them. Apple trees are still a fight between me and the deer. I think I'm losing that one.
This year, my husband has already smirked at me when he caught me looking at the Gurney's catalog, while ice and snow piled up in the yard. I'm sure I'll grow potatoes, onions, tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, brussel sprouts, radishes, sweet potatoes, maybe some snowpeas, (peas are very labor intensive, so grow snowpeas, no shelling), and spinach. Spinach is good for growing in the flower garden, along with lettuce, as they grow fast, and are not easily lost in weeds in an accessible flowerbed.
Gardening is just a way of life for me and my family. I can already see that Robbie, my 16 year-old, has the bug. He came to us as a 6 year-old from Kazakhstan, and the spring before he came for a 6 week visit in the summer of 2001, I planted beets for whatever child was coming to stay with us. The first week here, he had picked them all and was so proud to have a Little Tykes wheelbarrow full of beets! Now I can get him to dig up potatoes, pick berries, haul loads of "stuff" out of the van and onto the compost heap. My children help to pick the flowers that fill the vases at church, and they help to tend the church garden. They know that they can contribute with hard work, not just money to the upkeep and beauty of God's temple.
If you are contemplating starting a garden this year, and you have never done it before, talk to your neighbors, your family, friends, ask the old guys at the market stalls what they do for bugs, how they water, whatever. I have learned so much just by asking people. Call me, I'll show you how to dig up a garden, I might even let you run the tiller. I also have a fence you can paint...
Dianne, dirt and all.
My gardening roots go way back to the patch of garden behind my granddad's row house in King's Lynn, England. These roots also extend out into the fields my nana worked before, during, and after WWII in the Norfolk countryside. Having a garden was not a choice then, it was dig, plant, weed, pick, or starve. I remember visiting there and helping to dig up potatoes and boiling them up with new peas, served with fresh mint. I wonder if Granddad thought of our visit when he was digging and planting those potatoes. I have heard numerous stories throughout my life about the hard life my grandparents lived, as working class people in England. They worked the fields, picking "strarbries" for chits, or tokens, which were then changed into coin. The Norfolk soil is so dark and fresh, ripe for two or three crops a year, one crop of greens, followed by another. I'm sure she picked broccoli, cauliflower, lettuce, brussel sprouts, and strawberries until her fingers bled and her back ached, but yet she picked until she could take home enough money to feed the electric meter inside the front door, to put wood in the fire, and to feed her children. I'm sure that every time we ate "strarbries" as children, my mother told us these stories, to make us appreciate what we had as American children. I remember my mother taking us to a strawberry patch on County Line Road, east of Greenwood, IN, to pick until the bowls, and we, were full. I don't remember, but I'm sure my mother's eyes were full of tears, remembering her home, and her mother, and that other garden, so far away.
I'm sure she also had no idea that she was passing along a genetic predisposition to garden as she dug up the small patch behind the garage on Pleasant Run Dr. She was so pleased to start her own garden, with all the seeds and fertilizer she bought. She wished later that she had read the label on the bag better, as she spread what she thought was ferilizer onto her newly tilled ground. She found out after the first rain that she had spread a bag of cement, not useful for the cultivation of lettuce, 'taters, and strawberries.
I was given a small spot next to the back door for my gardening bit. My sister had the other spot. Guess which one had actual flowers growing in it. To this day, my sister can barely put fingers into a pot of dirt, while I don't think I'm done for the day unless the water in the shower runs brown.
I knew I had full blown gardener genes when we moved to the country right after our marriage, and I had Bill out digging up a garden before we had moved in. I remember asking my mother to help me weed the strawberries when I was newly pregnant with my oldest two years later. It was bend over, weed, puke, bend over, weed, puke. But we ate strawberries that year!
This child was to come to me three years later with lettuce in one hand and broccoli in the other, proclaiming proudly, "Look , mommy , salad!"
We have moved from that place, back into town. I made sure that we had enough space for a garden. I have been building the soil with leaves, compost, neighbor's garden and yard detritus, buckets of manure from the in-town horse stables, and my own piles of garden and kitchen waste. I dug up perennials from my 16 year-old garden and moved them by the shovelful to my new yard, not yet turned for garden space. I worked around them, and now have a huge front garden, full of iris, daylilies, lavender, hydrangeas, loads of other stuff. Come by and see it, bring a shovel , some stuff already needs dividing.
The first summer we lived here, I planted tomatoes in amongst the flowers in the front. My neighbor threw a fit--"nobody plants veggies in the front yard!" Well, she changed her tune after I started feeding her those tomatoes. I also grow strawberries(see the theme here? I LOVE them), potatoes, onions, and sweet potatoes in the front yard. Most people don't even see them. Unfortunately, the groundhog from the barn cellar knows where they are.
In the backyard, which is shadier, and clay-ier because of foundation soil dumping, I have successfully grown perennials like concord grapes, thornless black raspberries, asparagus, black and red currants, gooseberries, and , of course, strawberries. Last year I attempted red raspberries, but the lack of rain killed them. Apple trees are still a fight between me and the deer. I think I'm losing that one.
This year, my husband has already smirked at me when he caught me looking at the Gurney's catalog, while ice and snow piled up in the yard. I'm sure I'll grow potatoes, onions, tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, brussel sprouts, radishes, sweet potatoes, maybe some snowpeas, (peas are very labor intensive, so grow snowpeas, no shelling), and spinach. Spinach is good for growing in the flower garden, along with lettuce, as they grow fast, and are not easily lost in weeds in an accessible flowerbed.
Gardening is just a way of life for me and my family. I can already see that Robbie, my 16 year-old, has the bug. He came to us as a 6 year-old from Kazakhstan, and the spring before he came for a 6 week visit in the summer of 2001, I planted beets for whatever child was coming to stay with us. The first week here, he had picked them all and was so proud to have a Little Tykes wheelbarrow full of beets! Now I can get him to dig up potatoes, pick berries, haul loads of "stuff" out of the van and onto the compost heap. My children help to pick the flowers that fill the vases at church, and they help to tend the church garden. They know that they can contribute with hard work, not just money to the upkeep and beauty of God's temple.
If you are contemplating starting a garden this year, and you have never done it before, talk to your neighbors, your family, friends, ask the old guys at the market stalls what they do for bugs, how they water, whatever. I have learned so much just by asking people. Call me, I'll show you how to dig up a garden, I might even let you run the tiller. I also have a fence you can paint...
Dianne, dirt and all.
Farm Language and Seed Porn
by Maria
A few years ago, I sat picking poo out of wool at Holy Myrrhbearer's Monastery, and talking about church issues when the abbess there said she was going to use farm language. The monastery is sustained by its farming, including 80 plus goats, sheep, a pair of oxen and countless birds. I was there with a group of girls who'd only visited a monastery once or twice before and Mother Raphaela's willingness to be blunt was refreshing to us all. It eradicated all intimidation.
I want to write more bluntly about food. I'm tired for the people in cities who don't get good produce, who don't know where their food comes from, who don't know that canned mandarin oranges are peeled by being soaked lyme. I want to be blunt from time to time. Like this personal opinion of mine- we don't have to eat non-food food. We don't' have to eat veggies either. We can freeze, dry, pickle, preserve and naturally process food that we grew with few chemicals, little cost and reasonable time investment. We can make this a generous bounty, from which we host a revolution in native health. We don't need to be fed the literal equivalent of Soylent Green from the food scientists. I declare this my age of Victory Gardens, no battles needed.
I've been dreaming of this since trying to till up the rocky trash-embedded fill of my rental in NEPA. I'm digging my toes into some real dirt, tearing out the useless grass and dreaming of worms, chickens, poop and preserving. My dehydrator awaits. I have my freezer. I have a canner and the tools. Let's roll, folks.
Seed Porn: Jan-Feb
Pardon my use of the term porn. I heard at church it's okay to use it, since it's about fecundity anyway.
In Animal Vegetable Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver says some women gaze longingly at the jewelry catalogues, like she does at seed catalogs. When I read that to my husband he laughed. I've been doing this for years. I own no diamonds, but gardening tools? Ah, the stuff of life. Kingsolver describes tabbing pages with varieties to consider for the year. I have tabbed my All New Square Foot Garden, with a list of dream plants. I have drooled over Bakers Heirloom Catalog, and in a gesture to the paper-free future, I have just listed below what I will start planting this year. My CSA (Community-support agriculture) is likely to go to seminary, since it's one single guy farming on a small plot, who feels the call to serve the Church. So now, I'm a bit behind in budgeting what fresh stuff we'll stuff ourselves with this year, but this is good enough for now. I can't let my eyes get bigger than my clock and calendar.
Starting today, I'm ready to order, and my husband is bringing home the five-gallon bucket to begin the brigade that disassemble my front lawn, one small load at a time. ETA on zero grass? Tax day. I rolled over last night and said to my husband, "The neighbors are gonna love this. They already recycle everything, all over their back deck." Just wait. I have an even better two-year goal. Defy the hear-said town codes about hens. I need chicken shit and eggs for composting and food. I can't keep schlepping out to friend's farms for horse crap. I'm a vegetarian who doesn't enjoy pets so rabbits, with their enviable pellets, are not a good choice. I've been admiring worm farms, but I'm a bit vain about my tiny kitchen. Where will I fit the feeders?
We shall see. For now, from Grass to Gardens:
By planting time, I will
This year's herbs from Seedsavers
Basil, Genovese, 271
Basil, Thai, 829
Cilantro, 275
Fennel, 355
Chives, 1243
Sage, 1252
Flat Leaf Parsley, 279
Thyme, 820
Oregano, 1249
Lettuce,
SSE Mixture 1024
Winter Density 1523
Cukes
Japanese Climbing 1191
Double Yield 617
Melons
Citron, Red Seeded 1240
Sakata's Sweet, 1210
Early Hanover, 927
Green Nutmeg, 210
Soybeans
1188
Tomatoes
Lemon 1233T
Amish Paste 107T
Velvet Red, 1126T
Squash
Pattison Panache 1222
Walthan Butternut 245
Cheyenne Bush Pumpkin, 1048
Brussell Sprouts
Long Island 913
Nasturturium- Tip Top Mix 1334
Other-
Saved Watermelon
Cuban Oregano-- Silver Shield Cuban Oregano
Persimmon Trees-- from Willis Orchards Tanenashi, American
Peppermint
Ah, the joy and seed-lusty! I just can't wait.
A few years ago, I sat picking poo out of wool at Holy Myrrhbearer's Monastery, and talking about church issues when the abbess there said she was going to use farm language. The monastery is sustained by its farming, including 80 plus goats, sheep, a pair of oxen and countless birds. I was there with a group of girls who'd only visited a monastery once or twice before and Mother Raphaela's willingness to be blunt was refreshing to us all. It eradicated all intimidation.
I want to write more bluntly about food. I'm tired for the people in cities who don't get good produce, who don't know where their food comes from, who don't know that canned mandarin oranges are peeled by being soaked lyme. I want to be blunt from time to time. Like this personal opinion of mine- we don't have to eat non-food food. We don't' have to eat veggies either. We can freeze, dry, pickle, preserve and naturally process food that we grew with few chemicals, little cost and reasonable time investment. We can make this a generous bounty, from which we host a revolution in native health. We don't need to be fed the literal equivalent of Soylent Green from the food scientists. I declare this my age of Victory Gardens, no battles needed.
I've been dreaming of this since trying to till up the rocky trash-embedded fill of my rental in NEPA. I'm digging my toes into some real dirt, tearing out the useless grass and dreaming of worms, chickens, poop and preserving. My dehydrator awaits. I have my freezer. I have a canner and the tools. Let's roll, folks.
Seed Porn: Jan-Feb
Pardon my use of the term porn. I heard at church it's okay to use it, since it's about fecundity anyway.
In Animal Vegetable Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver says some women gaze longingly at the jewelry catalogues, like she does at seed catalogs. When I read that to my husband he laughed. I've been doing this for years. I own no diamonds, but gardening tools? Ah, the stuff of life. Kingsolver describes tabbing pages with varieties to consider for the year. I have tabbed my All New Square Foot Garden, with a list of dream plants. I have drooled over Bakers Heirloom Catalog, and in a gesture to the paper-free future, I have just listed below what I will start planting this year. My CSA (Community-support agriculture) is likely to go to seminary, since it's one single guy farming on a small plot, who feels the call to serve the Church. So now, I'm a bit behind in budgeting what fresh stuff we'll stuff ourselves with this year, but this is good enough for now. I can't let my eyes get bigger than my clock and calendar.
Starting today, I'm ready to order, and my husband is bringing home the five-gallon bucket to begin the brigade that disassemble my front lawn, one small load at a time. ETA on zero grass? Tax day. I rolled over last night and said to my husband, "The neighbors are gonna love this. They already recycle everything, all over their back deck." Just wait. I have an even better two-year goal. Defy the hear-said town codes about hens. I need chicken shit and eggs for composting and food. I can't keep schlepping out to friend's farms for horse crap. I'm a vegetarian who doesn't enjoy pets so rabbits, with their enviable pellets, are not a good choice. I've been admiring worm farms, but I'm a bit vain about my tiny kitchen. Where will I fit the feeders?
We shall see. For now, from Grass to Gardens:
By planting time, I will
- remove the grass-- one 5-Gallon bucket at a time (Grass to Gardens) from the postage stamp front lawn and side lawns.
- Go to Seedsavers and buy the basic seeds for and study good crop rotation of the following over-indulged veggies of our house: lettuce, tomatoes, brussell sprouts, soybeans, squash, cukes, melons and herbs/flowers.
- Consider two varieties of persimmon, since I've recently discovered how wonderful they are.
This year's herbs from Seedsavers
Basil, Genovese, 271
Basil, Thai, 829
Cilantro, 275
Fennel, 355
Chives, 1243
Sage, 1252
Flat Leaf Parsley, 279
Thyme, 820
Oregano, 1249
Lettuce,
SSE Mixture 1024
Winter Density 1523
Cukes
Japanese Climbing 1191
Double Yield 617
Melons
Citron, Red Seeded 1240
Sakata's Sweet, 1210
Early Hanover, 927
Green Nutmeg, 210
Soybeans
1188
Tomatoes
Lemon 1233T
Amish Paste 107T
Velvet Red, 1126T
Squash
Pattison Panache 1222
Walthan Butternut 245
Cheyenne Bush Pumpkin, 1048
Brussell Sprouts
Long Island 913
Nasturturium- Tip Top Mix 1334
Other-
Saved Watermelon
Cuban Oregano-- Silver Shield Cuban Oregano
Persimmon Trees-- from Willis Orchards Tanenashi, American
Peppermint
Ah, the joy and seed-lusty! I just can't wait.
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