Category Archives: Flowers in a Frothing Green
And the Other Starts To Shout
In the Morning With Everything You Own
We’re just back from the garden center, where we picked up seeds, seedlings, wire fencing and ferns. I’m giddy with oddly timed excitement. I mean, the reason we had a great time in the garden center – as opposed to a shitty, arguey, stabby-stabby time – is that it’s nighttime. Even the cashier seemed surprised to see us. At home again, we put nearly everything into the slipcover greenhouse for the night and put our feet up.
I’m not sure how to talk about this. Maybe you can help me find the words. I’m not disabled, but I have trouble getting around unless I don’t. Sometimes, I stand up and everything works fine, but most of the time, when I get out of the car or up from a chair, straightening up is going to take a minute and walking looks like I’ve never done it before. What are you gonna do? Anyway, I could barely walk in February so I took some time off from the food pantry. Today, I was walking into the family store and saw the food pantry’s administrator. She asked if I felt better. I was standing and walking, and considering myself lucky until that moment. So feeling pretty good made me a shitty human being. These are exciting problems!
Pete’s built a raised bed and raised it a second time. He’s fencing in open space about three feet all around it so I can sit on a stool and work in the bed. As we set this up, it is making me feel like I am about 80. Further, I am pretty sure the bed’s too low for me to comfortably work it. We’ll see. I can’t wait to plant broccoli. Tomorrow, we will lay out the grid and draw up a plan. The seed packets offer the promise of fragrant treasures. I’m not 100% sure my joints will allow it.
Explain It Don’t Understand
Spring arrives in dribs and drabs. Pete spent the afternoon setting up a raised bed in the backyard. We’ve gone back and forth on shapes, sizes and locations, but Pete chose a spot in the middle of the backyard and about a step from the plastic tent that passes for our greenhouse. Tomorrow, we’ll shovel in garden soil we saved from last year’s agricultural adventure and buckets of compost because woohoo, now it’s a party. It’s still too soon to plant vegetable seeds outside. The cold nights have not given way to consistent warm ones. This week, we’ll figure out how many plants the raised bed might accommodate, set up a weeper hose and decide what we’ll plant where. Sometimes, at this moment, I lose my mind and buy flats of tender seedlings. This type of decisive action has usually been followed by a month of sloth, during which our little seedlings went tits-up. I admit it: moving the water from the rain barrel to the plants was often too hard to do a gallon at a time before work so I let it go. So this year, we’re attaching weeper hoses to the rain barrels and threading them where stuff is. It’s a simple plan: on days I’m bicycling to work in good weather, I can open the valve on the rain barrel. Later, after Pete luxuriates in cozy bed, he can close the valve and go about his glamorous biz knowing the little sprouts are properly sauced. It’s not a great plan. Some folks will tell you not to use rain barrel water on your garden, but I’ll be blunt: we’re in New Jersey. Toxins rain from the sky, bounce off tar roofing and land on our lettuce. We’re freaking doomed – but arugula is a reason to live.
As for drab: I spent today cleaning out kitchen cabinets, because stuff growing in there is just gross.
Blame It On the Train But
WordPress is a dog. Sometimes text is invisible; sometimes it’s visible only with certain browsers. I’m sorry: that’s bad code. Look, how am I supposed to be a storyteller when someone’s screwing with my words? The caption for the photo to the left here is “Last year’s spinach variety turned out to be perennial. Is that normal?” The picture is key but the question is crucial. What the fuck, why did last year’s Asian variety of spinach, the name of which eludes me, volunteer? Isn’t spinach an annual?
There’s a lot of work ahead of us, but we feel like we’ve got a good start.
High High Above Me
I’m a focused American with a folder full of current coupons. Did you know the Koch Brothers, evil underwriters of the anti-union Republican Teabagger Revolution, peddle consumer products you can boycott? Here’s a delightful and terrifying list. Let’s have a quick look, shall we?
Wouldn’t now be an excellent time to switch to recycled paper products?
Crossposted at Brilliant@Breakfast.
The Block People Will Talk
Having Poor Impulse Control in two places sucks like a giant thing that sucks a whole lot. It’s here and here, where I was goddamn funny. It’s tough over here to keep reminding you of what I said over there. I said a lot of things. Some of them were about recycling. I keep talking:
Hello Ms. [Representative of the Unnamed University’s Recycling Program],
We hear a lot about recycling programs at the university and they sound great, but we don’t hear anything about composting. A simple example: offices and vendors all over make coffee every morning, and every morning, custodians lug perfectly compostable coffee filters and grounds out to the trash, which is then carted off to landfill. We then see university lawns get fertilized every spring.
This is paying people to take something away, then paying someone else to bring something back, wasting money in an ecologically damaging way. None of this is necessary if the university sets up an internal composting system that then can be used to fertilize the lawns. It’s a huge, huge opportunity to take an important step into a better future, and the timing couldn’t be better: right here in the library, the university is opening a café. Here is the chance to make a big step and a big PR splash: have the café contribute its compostable wastes to a pilot composting program.
This is not farfetched. This kind of thing happens all over the world. We can do this and I hope you’ll consider it.
Thank you.
Fucking polite for me, eh? She wrote back like she was giving my shoulder a shove.
100% of organics are recycled, composting is highly regulated and very labor intensive and makes no sense when we have limited labor on campus.
Dahhhling, nobody who’s anybody starts a sentence with a numeral, puhhhhlease!
Ms. [RotUURP],
Actually, it does make sense to have both localized and centralized composting stations. It’s done all over Europe. It can be done here, and it should.
Initially, it’s a bit of work to see plans through, but it can be done and it would make Rutgers look really smart.
Thank you,
Tata
I’m laughing but I want to tear apart her jewelry with my well-placed bicuspids. Apparently, she hates me and punctuation with equal vigor.
Tata we are not composting University is Really smart we have attempted small stations which were abandoned and because we commit all of our food waste from the dining halls and soon from the student and rec centers to beneficial reuse at a cost savings for the university there is no need to compost which requires intensive permitting, and is labor intesive.
Thanks for your interest
I wrote her one more eager epistle attesting to the ease of composting, but by then she’d moved on to fully ignoring me. I should be crushed that she doesn’t find me persuasive and my cause compelling, just crushed – like eggshells in a composter.
Tune in tomorrow for more proof that other people are resisting my irresistability!
But the Boss Is Already There
I’m so over January I’m skipping straight to May. If I learn a little more about what fruits and vegetables ripen when, I can develop a less exhausting jarring cycle.
Apples July 15 Sept. 1 – Oct. 25 Oct. 31
Blackberries July 10 July 15 – July 30 Aug. 10
Blueberries June 20 July 5 – Aug. 10 Aug. 15
Cherries June 10 June 10 – June 25 June 25
Cranberries Sept. 20 Oct. 1 – Nov. 1 Nov. 10
Grapes Aug. 25 Sept. 10 – Sept. 20 Sept. 30
Peaches, Nectarines July 5 July 20 – Sept. 1 Sept. 15
Pears Aug. 1 Aug 10. – Aug 31 Sept. 10
Plums July 1 July 15 – Aug. 15 Sept. 1
Red Raspberries
Traditional July 1 July 5 – July 21 Aug. 1
Fall Bearing** Aug. 15 Sept. 1 – Sept 20 Oct. 15
Strawberries May 20 June 1 – June 10 June 25
Last year, I did nothing at all with strawberries, but I’d like to be ready with recipes when strawberries are at their best. Last year, after about a month of shopping on Friday, prepping on Saturdays and jarring on Sundays and Mondays, I lost focus a bit. I was buying the best produce on Fridays, choosing recipes on Saturdays and shopping on Sundays for other ingredients. Better planning for dried herbs and spices, sugars, salts, pickling spices, vinegars, oils and jars would help a lot. You would not believe how stressful it is to run out of raisins mid-recipe for no goddamn reason.
A good plan, a stocked pantry and a little help would make a big difference
Asparagus Apr. 23 May 1 – May 30 June 25
Beets June 1 July 1 – Oct. 31 Nov. 30
Broccoli June 20 July 1 – Oct. 31 Nov. 1
Cabbage June 1 June 10 – Oct. 31 Nov. 15
Cauliflower Sept. 1 Oct. 5 – Nov. 20 Dec. 5
Collards May 15 Aug. 20 – Oct. 31 Nov. 20
Cucumbers June 25 July 5 – Aug. 15 Sept. 15
Eggplant** July 10 July 20 – Sept. 30 Oct. 15
Lettuce
Late Spring May 15 May 20 – July 15 Aug. 31
Early Fall Sept. 1 Sept 15. – Nov. 15 Nov. 30
Lima Beans July 10 July 15 – Aug. 31 Oct. 31
Okra** July 15 Aug. 15 – Sept. 15 Oct. 15
Onions June 25 June 25 – July 31 Sept. 30
Peas May 20 June 15 – June 25 July 5
Peppers July 5 July 15 – Oct. 31 Nov. 5
Potatoes July 10 July 20 – Sept. 30 Oct. 15
Pumpkins Sept. 15 Oct. 1 – Oct. 15 Oct. 31
Snap Beans June 10 June 20 – July 20 Aug. 31
Squash June 15 June 25 – Sept. 1 Sept. 30
Spinach April 15 May 5 – June 25 June 30
Sweet Corn July 1 July 5 – Aug. 31 Sept. 25
Tomatoes** July 5 July 10 – Sept. 15 Oct. 15
Pete gave me a pressure canner for Christmas. This opens up a whole new field of study. We will be jarring stocks soon to learn how to use the pressure canner, which will be important when it comes to preserving pumpkin. I love pumpkin. At any moment, I could need a pumpkin custard and I will be READY.
This would be so much easier if I could call up Dad and ask him questions well into our next lives.
I’d Kill A Dragon For You
This is going to sound freaking unbelievable, but Pete and I just stumbled home from a PTO meeting, where we taught willing children and oblivious adults to separate garbage from compost while Disney movies blared at volumes that were no doubt turning our brains to Wheatena. I can barely lift an arm for my usual two-finger salute!












