So we have a bunch of random shit sprouting up in the garden. I’m guessing it’s from seeds in the compost heap.
My boss dropped over a bushel of peaches on me yesterday. The texture was off on them, so he asked me if I’d want to try to make anything out of them.
I had to send out a call for help, because there was no way they’d survive the day in my truck in the Texas heat, so I radio’d Mr B. His sister lives near my work, so she agreed to put them in her very well air-conditioned house until I headed home.
Sunshine just shook his head as he helped me get them in the house.
This morning, I’ve been getting my shit together to do something with all of these peaches.
I’ve got plans for some peach syrup, some vanilla peach jam, and possibly some canned peaches.
I’m keeping usable food out of the landfill, and I’m using all parts of the peaches. The skins and pits are being used to make the peach syrup. The small bits and mushy bits are going into the jam. The firm bits will be canned. If I have the energy, that is. This is a lot of fucking peaches. When I’m done for the day, everything unused (or left over) will go into our compost heap.
It’s going to be a long day. Wish me luck!
Mr B finally got done moving dirt where we wanted to plant a fall garden. Sunshine, Biff, and I got out there and got the dirt mounded up so we could plant the corn for the sisters method of planting.
We used some of the old compost heap to enrich the soil. I call it the “ooey gooey”.
We also planted a row of cow peas (aka black eye peas) and a row of chard.
In a week or two, after the corn has sprouted, we’ll go back and plant the squash, beans, and Rocky Mountain bee plant in the mounds with the corn.
I’m just glad we finally got the fall garden started. It’s been so frustrating watching the destruction of a garden full of plants that were producing food. I’m ready to see things growing there again, because I’m tired of looking at the giant dirt scars Mr B has left everywhere with his obsession and compulsion to move dirt.
Some time ago, when the garden was in full swing, producing lots of food, Mr B asked when he would be able to plow it all under so he could level the area to prevent standing water. I told him that December & January would be perfect, since nothing would be growing, producing, or planted during that time.
Side note: we’re ignoring the fact that the garden only held water because Mr B extended the distance between rows and therefore had to extend the length of the rows which led to the garden covering a low spot that held water which means that now Mr B is having to solve a problem that he created that isn’t going to be a problem in the future since the garden won’t be extending through that low spot anymore… when you’re a carpenter with a hammer, all problems look like nails to you. Mr B is a Tasmanian devil with a fleet of tractors so all problems look like dirt that needs to be moved. I digress…
By the end of July, the entire garden full of plants that were producing food had been destroyed so he could move dirt. He then made some rows and commenced working on something else.
So here I sit today, staring at rows made by Mr B that he says need to be tilled.
I’m not sure why I need all these tilled rows, since we are doing are significant portion of this fall garden with the four sisters. The four sisters (corn, squash, beans, and Rocky Mountain bee flower) get planted in mounds that are 2′ in diameter and 18″ tall.
It’s like he can’t stand NOT micro-managing every aspect of all the things. All. The. Things. It would be endearing if it didn’t cause so much chaos. It would be cute if it didn’t mean that projects that he doesn’t prioritize get left undone. It would be funny if it weren’t so frustrating. I digress.
Ultimately, I wind up in a place where Sunshine is actually ready and willing to help me with gardening, and we’re on hold because a carpenter with a hammer sees only nails.
Final note: this afternoon, my garden is being planted, whether Mr B has moved to dirt he thinks need to be moved or hasn’t gotten to it.
Recently, Mr B and I had a little pow-wow about ordering up some more jars. We agreed upon an order of pint jars and I ordered them up. I threw in some pickling salt since it was on special.
Then I realized that I was going to need a pressure canner soon to deal with beans and peas. So I asked Mr B if he’d use his Amazon Prime 2 day to get it here quick.
Yesterday, all the things arrived at once. We had more than one delivery truck in the yard bringing us goodies.
The shelves are starting to fill up with supplies and equipment.
Now, I’ve got to get a fall garden planted so I can have a use for that equipment.