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The Lazy Gardener

I have been a lazy gardener this year.

The kitchen garden looks like a jungle with volunteer cherry tomatoes running wild and broccoli going to seed.

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The fedge has been taken over by seaberry and blackberry plants.

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Seaberry is popping up all over the place!

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Blackberries are shooting underground.

The lone autumn olive is huge…I mean it is ridiculously ginormous. We have to prune it because it is suffocating the honeyberry we have planted next to it and threatening to take out the aronia on the other side.

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Autumn olive

The plants in the vineyard are at war with each other.

The aggressive chocolate mint is attacking the poor grapes, and creeping toward the kiwi.

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The kiwi and hops are jockeying for position, each trying to stake their claim to the trellises.

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I decided to get off my duff and clean up the vineyard a bit…mostly because I wanted to eat a few handfuls of grapes.

All of the weeds came out very easily due to the thick layer of mulch we have laid down. Even the big sprawling clumps of grass came out with barely a tug.

When I started clean-up around the first row of kiwi, I discovered small red berries ripening on a forgotten goji berry vine.

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I’d planted two of them last year. They were small, and I did not expect them to make it through the winter. But they did…barely.

They struggled this summer and did not grow much larger, but both remaining plants have berries and flowers sprouting.

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They may have produced even more and grown even taller had I paid more attention to them…had I not all but forgotten their existence.

Or, had I smothered them with care and concern and fertilizer…they may have died a slow death

We’ll never really know.

In my lazy garden
I sit and watch the bees

In my lazy garden
I look around and see

Greens and reds and yellow hues
Purples, blues and whites

In my lazy garden
Oh what a lovely sight!

My Frog Place

I’ll take you to my frog place
Just come with me outside
We’ll follow all the signs
Let nature be our guide

We’ll listen to birds chirping
We’ll watch the butterflies
We’ll smell fresh herbs and flowers
We’ll feel sunlight on our eyes

Race quickly toward the pasture
Where we let the grass grow tall
Grasshoppers and crickets chirp
Bees buzz and field mice crawl

Soft and tangy, musky scents
A ribbit, croak and trill
And finally we’ve made it
My frog place–what a thrill!

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The Flock(s)

The weather has been SO hot and humid lately. This coldish front coming in is a welcome break for all on the homestead.

Especially the girls…and Pecky.

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We lost an older gal last week. I came out to check on them in the early evening and found her in the run.

No sign of foul play.

No pile of feathers.

No visible reason for her death.

So now, we have 3 reds and a blonde left of the old flock, and 14 girls and Pecky in the new.

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Poor Blue is still segregated from the rest of the flock. Each night she tries to roost on top of their run, and every morning she escapes her dog kennel and races to the big pen, wandering ’round and ’round trying to figure out a way to get in.

When she gets bored with that, she roams the yard, pecking at bugs and eating seed heads in the yard and swale.

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She seems to enjoy the amaranth the other girls spread for us.

It had overgrown so I threw a few cuttings in with the ladies and there is an amaranth trail where the run has been.

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Her own eggs are another “treat” she seems to enjoy.

Ray found her toting an empty eggshell in her mouth the other day. It made us wonder if the others attacked her because they knew she was an egg eater.

They certainly seem to give her the cold shoulder now.

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We thought to send her to the freezer, but she may be useful in the garden. She could eat pests and keep the weeds down in the paths.

We are probably going to make some chicken tunnels to keep her from eating all the veggies.

Since it has been so hot, we’ve been giving the girls frozen treats. Bananas, grapes and a block of frozen grain leftover from brewing beer.

Although they were reluctant to try it at first…

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…they soon swarmed and attacked it with vigor.

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Frozen treats for birds
Cool snacks in this humid heat
Spoiled little chickens

Squash Bugs Again?!

Every gardener has a nemesis. For me, it’s the Japanese Beetle. They made me tear at my hair and gnash my teeth. Now that their reign of terror is over, the squash bugs have moved in.

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When I built the squash arch, I had hoped to deter the squash bugs by giving the vines a ladder to climb.

For awhile, it seemed as if it would work, but then I saw them scurrying around the yellowing leaves.

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The arch has made them easier to spot. They have to climb up the vines and cannot use the ground as camouflage and it’s easier to inspect the leaves for eggs as well.

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Squash bugs will always be a problem.

We will still have to check the leaves for eggs to squish and use the bug vacuum on any little, newly hatched bugs, but we’ve definitely made them more manageable with the addition of the squash arch.

And…we have a secret weapon to get rid of even more.

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Climbing up the arch
Escaping from the squash bugs
Winning the battle

 

 

The Wanderers

Wandering all around the land
With my sweet hearts, hand in hand
Seeing all the bright green trees
Hearing all the frogs and bees

Smelling scents of sweet delight
Feeling sunshine, clear and bright
Touching feathery grass and weeds
Glimpsing sprouts all grown from seeds

Squash and okra, flowers, grass
Span the land, a great green mass
Lifting faces to the sun
Knowing that the day is done

What a beauty! What a sight!
Sparkling daylight turns to night
Wandering back into our home
Tomorrow, we again will roam

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Boys playing ‘secret hideout’ in the wild grasses of the prairie.

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Rose of Sharon

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I think these are brown-eyed Susans and Queen Anne’s Lace

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Squash arch with squash!

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Burgundy amaranth courtesy of our hens.

Garden Gnomes

Two gnomes scurry and scuttle around my garden picking broccoli and searching for bugs and caterpillars.

They are fun to watch, fun to listen to and fun to be around. Their constant energy is enough to fuel and reignite my excitement at finding new fruits, fresh eggs and even bugs.

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They are hard workers…constantly on the search for a pest or praying mantis. Armed and ready with bug house, mason jar and bug gun.

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They are quick to find and point out something new or something that they hadn’t seen in one of their many patrols. They enthusiastically make sure everyone sees this new ‘thing’ they found.

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They eagerly race out to the blackberry patch to see who can find the biggest ‘jackpot’ of berries to pick.

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They are thrilled to find a caterpillar and see what kind of butterfly or moth it will turn out to be.

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Spicebush Swallowtail Butterfly

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Their curiosity is contagious.

Their enthusiasm is energizing.

Their happiness is heavenly.

They plant seeds of joy everywhere they go.

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A little tiny gnome
Has nature to call home
He sprints and jumps around
In gardens he is found

Blue the Hen

Nobody liked Blue.

Her comb was too red.

Her waddles were too waddly.

Her eyes were too yellow.

She was just too…something.

The bullying started when she was a pullet.

At first, poor Blue thought the other hens were just playing with her. A little rough-housing never hurt a hen, right?

Then, she saw a few of her ‘sisters’ sharpening their beaks using rocks, wood and even the tin side of their feed bucket.

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She went to the head rooster, Pecky Greenleg, but he just ruffled her feathers and told her she was imagining things.

But, she wasn’t.

Every morning, the others would wake her up with a sharp jab to the neck.

While she was getting a drink of water, they would pull at her tail feathers.

While she bent her head to eat, they would pick at her comb.

Then one day…things got much, much worse.

A gang of 10 hens attacked her as soon as she walked toward the food.

There was no where she could run, hide or escape.

She was trapped until “the keeper” came out to collect eggs.

Her wound was so wretched that she got the treatment. A blue spray that was supposedly meant to heal and soothe drenched her head.

She was in pain and, to add insult to injury, she felt ridiculous.

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The Keeper tried to put her back in with the others.

But Blue did everything she could to avoid that fate.

The Keeper won’t make that mistake again.

Now, she has her own little cage. She sleeps in it at night and gets to roam around freely all day.

Her head wound is healing and she even has a few feathers growing back.

Sometimes, she runs around and around the big pen and laughs at the others.

And sometimes, she rests in the herbs or forages in the garden.

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She’s getting used to the Keeper.

In fact, one day she decided to leave the Keeper a present in the herb spiral.

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Little nest for Blue
Surrounded by all the herbs
Cozy place to lay

Perenials vs Annuals

The results are in.

We’ve tallied up the scores.

The winner for best production in 2016 is…perennials! By a long shot.

The kitchen garden was left to its own devices for far too long.

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The broccoli barely produced.

Don’t even get me started on the peppers.

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Granted, the cherry tomatoes are producing well, but we’ve only picked a few ripe tomatoes…most of them are still green.

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On the upside, this may be the year we get brussels sprouts. The heat hasn’t killed the plants and I see little sprouts sprouting.

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The perennials, on the other hand, produced, produced and produced some more.

We are still picking blackberries and we have several gallon and pint bags in our freezer already.

We’ve made blackberry pie, dipped them in Cool Whip and we are going to make blackberry ice cream…and maybe blackberry wine.

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The grapes have doubled their production from last year. I’m not sure what we are going to do with them…but I’m thinking it might be fun to experiment with making our own grape ice wine or maybe blackberry/grape juice.

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The aronia are just about ready to pick and I want to try making some jam this year…or maybe chokecherry wine.

Hmmm. Icewine, blackberry wine, chokecherry wine…there seems to be a common theme.

The mint has gone completely insane. I don’t want it to take over the vineyard but it smells so good and it keeps the weeds down. I need to harvest it and dry to use for tea.

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The hops, despite the beetle attack, are getting big and have popped up everywhere, tangling with the grapes and kiwi.

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The perennials are the clear winners of this year’s production competition. But I can’t really blame the annuals for their failure.

We focused so much on our trees, shrubs and fight with the Japanese beetles that the poor tomatoes, peppers and broccoli were left defenceless.

Next year, I’ll be sure to give them a head start.

Annuals have lost
Perennials take the win
Poor, sad tomatoes

Medicinal Chicken Spiral

Because we let Blue wander
Around the yard each day
She has time to ponder
Where she’ll eat and stay

She stayed close to her old pen
When we first let her out
She seemed to be a scared hen
Her eyes were full of doubt

She got a little bolder
With each new passing day
The other hens all told her
That one day she would pay

With narrowed eyes they watched her
They clucked, they crowed, they cried
And Pecky showed his sharp spur
From none of this she shied

And now she roams all over
In the gardens and the grass
She’s gone from eating clover
To veggies, herbs and scraps

It was in the herbs I found her
The boys both chased her out
She then ate all the larkspur
I know without a doubt

She’ll soon live with the others
She’ll soon regret her cheek
And if I have my druthers
It will be by end of week!

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Unintentional Gardening

We discovered a strange squash in a spot where no squash should be.

We waited, wondering what on earth it was.

There is no way we would have ever planted anything there.

Really.

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It just appeared one day…twining out from under the trailer in our side yard.

We had no idea how it got there.

When we had the makeshift playpen up, the little chicks were in that spot, but we didn’t start to give them kitchen scraps until they were much older and in their permanent pen.

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It’s weird.

It’s big.

It’s…bumpy.

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We didn’t water it. We didn’t weed it. We didn’t fertilize it.

We. Did. Nothing.

And yet…it grew.

And grew.

And grew.

We could have mowed it.

We could have pulled it.

We could have destroyed it.

But…we didn’t.

We left it alone.

We let it grow into a pleasant, bumpy, yellow, orange and green surprise.

 

What is this strange thing?
So bumpy, orange green and weird.
Nature’s lovely gift