This week’s Spin Cycle is about “obsessions.” Hoo, boy.
Yes, we tend to be obsessive, which is probably why Beloved and I are so well suited. Three years ago when I began to obsess about the kind of food we eat and where it comes from, Beloved was right there with me. In fact, he’s become more obsessive about it all than I have. (Not surprising, since my loving husband is an “A type” if there ever was one. As for me, I’m not sure I even qualify as a “B type” – I’m probably somewhere down the line at…M).
At any rate, last year we weren’t exactly excited about the offerings from our CSA. Not that they were bad or anything, just nothing too terribly out of the ordinary – lots of lettuce and green beans and zucchini and tomatoes and peppers, but no kohlrabi or bitter melon or dragon tongue beans or anything like that. Now, there is a farmer we know who grows things like that (and much, much more) and offers CSA memberships, but his farm is considerably further away. He’ll bring our share to the farmers market, but that means driving out to Peninsula every Saturday morning, something we elected not to do last year; we attended that particular farmer’s market once or twice a month.
So, Beloved decided we’d grow our own vegetables, hopefully being able to ditch the CSA all together eventually.
Now, we’ve been growing our own food for at least six years; I have a wonderful herb garden on the east side of the house, and we have two 8′ x 4′ plots in our back yard where we’ve grown everything from tomatoes to okra to peppers to broccoli over the years. But once he decided we’d expand on that, those two plots became home to perennials – rhubarb, asparagus and strawberries to be exact (the asparagus crop has been disappointing to say the least, but the rhubarb is huge and we’re going to have a ton of strawberries, much to The G Man’s delight). I should also pause here and mention that we have a huge blackberry bush that is going to drown us in that beautiful fruit as well, and a raspberry bush that we hope will eventually be just as prolific.
Once he decided to expand our backyard garden, I began finding sketches all over the house with various layouts of raised beds and positions for water barrels (don’t even get me started on The Search For The Perfect Water Barrels). Fortunately, he decided to “start small” and built 3 raised beds:
Well, until recently, anyway – I think he’s decided to build 3 more before Spring is over. At any rate, we have squash and peas so far – the peas are what the lines of twine are for, and you can see they’re off to a good start. (Remind me to tell you the compost squash story another day.) Here are the “old beds” we’ve been growing things in for several years (I forgot to take a photo of the herb garden):
If you look closely, you can see the three sad, lonely asparagus spears next to the huge rhubarb. The strawberries are in the bed in the foreground. You can’t really tell, but there are dozens of flowers in there, each with a tiny strawberry in the center. That big bush to the right along the fence is the blackberry bush; the small plant to the left of it is the raspberry bush we put in last year.
Of course, I’ve already shown you the compost bins and told you about our weekly jaunts to pick up eggs and 25 gallons of cow manure (I swear I have the only blog where you can do a legitimate search for “seriously good shit”), but then the man just went off the deep end and decided we weren’t going to purchase “starter plants” any longer because we had no idea where the seeds came from (“Monsanto” is a four-letter word in our home). So he got a seed catalog that sells organic, heirlooms seeds and the next thing I knew we had this behind the loveseat in our living room:
That long trailing plant is the squash I’ll tell you about at a later date. The green pot contains a live basil plant we purchased at the grocery store, the plastic up is The G Man’s geranium he started from seeds at preschool, and the two small plants in the foreground are red bell pepper starters we got from a guy in the neighborhood who is also an organic gardening enthusiast. Everything else are plants Beloved started from seeds – I can’t tell you everything off the top of my head, but I know there’s butter lettuce, Brussels sprouts and purple carrots in there.
But it doesn’t stop there, oh no. He’s talking about digging up the part of the front lawn that runs beside the walk leading from our driveway to the front door with a decorative raised bed and planting sweet potatoes there because the flowers are supposed to be so pretty.
And he’s taken the lawn organic so we can harvest our own dandelion greens and the purselane that grows there wild.
I’ll let you know when he buys me a large, iron kettle and some lye and begins to refer to me as “Ma.”