Garden booty

The good news is that squirrels leave the peppers alone. Nothing touches the basil either. Squirrels are not interested in cherry tomatoes. The bad news is that we have some really health-conscious bugs that completely consumed the lettuce and kale. Not really happy with the squirrel that picks my ripe San Marzano’s and takes a single bite— over and over.

I have placed a net over the tomatoes, but it is only a deterrent— a determined squirrel can still find a way in. Until we can afford a greenhouse, it will have to do.

Tribute

I present this loaf of bread as a tribute to my Dad. He used to bake bread every weekend, and this was one of his loaf pans. He made cloverleaf rolls in honey whole wheat that we have the recipe for. He had a potato bread recipe for special occasions that has been lost to time.

I can only imagine that he enjoyed making bread—as do I. He tried to continue making bread even as his mind failed him. So here’s to you, Dad.

A garden update

We keep making upgrades to the garden each year. Our new addition is the potato box. It is a stand alone box that has just potatoes and we kept adding layers so it is about 4 feet high now. The intent is to remove each layer when its time, and we won’t have to dig up potatoes. It will be interesting to see how it works.

We also have a sunflower corner. They are growing and blooming already. They are Mammoth sunflowers but did not reach their full potential. I think I planted them inside too early.

So far things in the garden are growing and looking good!

Stickhenge recovery area

A mere two weeks later and the Stickhenge recovery area is showing progress. It will stick out for a long time to come, but it does have an amusing “football” shape.

Stickhenge is no more

Those of you that are following along will remember that shortly after we moved to this house, a derecho storm snapped a 50 foot Maple tree in our front yard in half. The remaining portion of the tree, bereft of branches, was nicknamed “stick.” One cool chainsaw purchase later, and I had a number of “seat-height” logs. We arranged them in a circular fashon on a newly cleared area and declared it “Stickhenge.”

Many a cool evening, we gathered at Stickhenge to sacrifice marshmallows.

This year, the ‘henge has been overcome by the forces of nature. The giving tree has given, and not even a stump remains.

Farewell.