Volunteers
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Apparently, I picked up some kind of digestive ailment whilst in Tennessee. This past week has been somewhat un-fun.
This weekend, I tried to get the vegetable garden in some kind of order. I wanted to get things organized before the autumn rains arrived.
I pulled out all the purple kale and the cabbage. Our hooligan hens pretty much destroyed any chance that Robb or I would eat a bit of cabbage. And when I pulled the cabbage up, and give it to them?
Yeah, they ignored it.
Silly pullets. Maybe they'd already eaten all the tasty bits. Goodness knows, there wasn't much left of those cabbages.
This past summer's garden hasn't been the most focused effort. The snails ruined so many of our plants. Oddly, we had some of our best successes from volunteer crops. Since I developed my massive allergy to food in the nightshade family, I haven't planted any of these crops. But I did let a few compost-volunteers take hold in the garden. Robb has been enjoying the offspring of our sungold tomatoes. And this weekend, I pulled up our opportunistic potato plant. I'd never actually grown potatoes (being an apartment dweller for most of my life), so I was weirdly delighted by our tiny taters.
Weirdly delightful pretty much sums up life, around these parts.
If you're looking for more garden delights, saunter on over to Daphne's blog, for the weekly round-up of blogged harvests.
Apparently, I picked up some kind of digestive ailment whilst in Tennessee. This past week has been somewhat un-fun.
This weekend, I tried to get the vegetable garden in some kind of order. I wanted to get things organized before the autumn rains arrived.
I pulled out all the purple kale and the cabbage. Our hooligan hens pretty much destroyed any chance that Robb or I would eat a bit of cabbage. And when I pulled the cabbage up, and give it to them?
Yeah, they ignored it.
Silly pullets. Maybe they'd already eaten all the tasty bits. Goodness knows, there wasn't much left of those cabbages.
This past summer's garden hasn't been the most focused effort. The snails ruined so many of our plants. Oddly, we had some of our best successes from volunteer crops. Since I developed my massive allergy to food in the nightshade family, I haven't planted any of these crops. But I did let a few compost-volunteers take hold in the garden. Robb has been enjoying the offspring of our sungold tomatoes. And this weekend, I pulled up our opportunistic potato plant. I'd never actually grown potatoes (being an apartment dweller for most of my life), so I was weirdly delighted by our tiny taters.
Weirdly delightful pretty much sums up life, around these parts.
If you're looking for more garden delights, saunter on over to Daphne's blog, for the weekly round-up of blogged harvests.
Comments
They're experiencing a bit of a Feline Traffic Jam. Either that, or Cardigan (the lower cat) thinks Sleeves is cheating at Twister.
Seriously, Sleeves is trying to step over Cardigan, while Cardigan yawns in an undignified manner.
You're cabbage was lucky, our chickens got to several of our plants before they ever had a chance!
I'm sorry to hear about your digestive ailments! Alas, there is something going around.
-Kayt