- Animals, Bees, Gardening adventures, Other Insects, Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures
Catching My First Bee Swarm
Today was warm but very windy, and I was stealing some time to work on trellises I’m building for the passionflower vines (another story for another time, and definitely for the humor section). The area I was working in was close to my house. Inside an enclosure for my trashcans there stands a stack of nine extra bee supers (or boxes). Last year a swarm moved in and I’ve let them stay since they were so happy (and had so much room!). I have a hive and two empty Top Bar hives down in my specially planted Bee Garden; why should a swarm go there when it can be near trashcans? So today I’m out there trying to unroll a roll of cattle wire without losing a finger, and I hear a loud buzzing. I looked up to see bees flying in ever widening circles around the trashcan enclosure. Normally they are in and out in a straight line (a honey flow) when gathering pollen. I wondered if they were being attacked or bothered by something because in my mind it is still early in the year. Then I remembered it is March already! The hive was swarming.
Just before a new queen hatches, the old queen takes a group of bees (depending upon the size of the hive, it could be 20,000 bees) to go find a new home. First they exit the hive and find a place to rest and reconnoiter. This is when people see them hanging from trees, underhangs, trashcans, whatever. Scouts are sent out to find a good place to stay. Sometimes they will stay where they are, even if it isn’t a good idea, such as the underside of a palm frond which a swarm built comb on for a short time some years ago in my yard. This swarm mercifully gathered in a guaje tree just opposite the enclosure.
I let the wire go and realized how unprepared I was. I hadn’t completely finished preparing the bars for the top bar hives (so much to do!). My daughter and I have kept a hive for years. I really wanted that swarm, and although I’ve read about it and watched YouTube videos about it, just haven’t captured a wild swarm myself. I decided to try and get them.
First, I ran inside and rewatched a YouTube vlog on capturing a swarm, just to refresh my memory and boost my confidence. Then I ran down to the bee garden and prepared a top bar hive. I moved it to a better location, poured oil in the cups it sits in to keep out ants, and then finished preparing the bars. I’d serendipitously purchased craft sticks just yesterday ( a special stop at JoAnns), and I rubbed old wax into the grooves to make the craft sticks stick. Top bar hives have no foundation like Langstroth hives. The bees are encouraged to build their own comb, using the bit of craft stick hanging down from the bars as a guide. This is a healthier way to for bees to live when captured. Then I dropped a few drops of lemongrass oil into the hive; bees really like it and are attracted to it. I also smeared a little organic honey inside for some instant food. This sounds so smoothly done, but actually there were a dozen trips between the bee garden at the bottom of the property, the house, the shed and the swarm, all done in a crazed, frantic and nervous sort of way. A mad woman. Again I’m grateful for good neighbors.
I suited up in full bee gear. Many people catch swarms without protective gear, or with just a veil. When bees swarm they are the least likely to attack because they aren’t defending a hive. They are clustering around their queen, not wanting to be separated from her. However, since I now swell up dramatically when stung, I decided to take no chances.
Fortunately the bees weren’t high up. I dragged out a stepladder and found a smallish cardboard box.
Standing on the ladder and shoving the box under the swarm, I shook the branch, knocking the bees into the box. When I thought I had most of them, I carried the box, full of crawling bees, down to the hive. I wish I could have taken a photo, but with the thousands of bees in the box I didn’t want to go get the camera and fumble with it with my gloves; I didn’t want to hurt any of the girls and they needed to be relocated before they took flight. I shook the box into the open top of the hive, and then put the top bar lid on. There were still bees back on the tree. I didn’t see the queen, and I really needed to make sure I got her. I shook in the rest of the bees and then carried them back down to the bee garden.
I didn’t want to open the hive again, so I propped a board up to the entrance holes, then shook the box of bees out onto the ramp. Bees will climb, and climb they did. I used a bee brush to carefully collect bees that had clung to the outsides of the hive, and dumped them on the ramp, too. There was quite a traffic jam for awhile.
Eventually all the bees were in. I removed the ramp and cleaned up… not a sting. Actually, once I first climbed the stepladder I felt and heard the lack of anger in the swarm. They weren’t making a high-pitched angry buzzing noise. Tradition has it that you should talk to your bees; make sure to tell them about any change in the household. So I talked to them as I transported them down to what would hopefully be their new home. Just before dark I rapped once on the side of the hive and all 10- or 20-thousand of them hummed at me. If I got the queen and they are happy, then they will stay. Otherwise they’ll swarm again. No bees were harmed, and the few left up by the tree wondering where the old queen went were close enough to the old hive to go back, and make their allegiance to the new queen.
I came inside feeling good about gently relocating them, and had some dark chocolate to settle my nerves! Then I went on to wrangle with the wire and the trellises, which was far more trouble than moving a swarm of bees.
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Soil: Weeding by Sheet Mulching
For this next part of how to build soil by weeding, I’ll discuss one of the easiest and laziest ways. If you want nothing to grow in an area, and don’t care about how it looks or length of time, then sheet mulching may be for you. I’ve used cardboard and newspapers around my vegetable beds with great success. To fully knock out tough weeds such as Bermuda grass, you should put down a good inch of newspaper or cardboard (or a combination). If you are using newspaper, leave the sections intact or else the wind will blow it everywhere, or cover it with a piece of cardboard. Water it in and let it rot.
If you have old plywood lying around, drag it over to your weed patch and pop it on top. Walk over it all you want, just watch out for old nails.
Another method is to water your weeds, then cover them with thick black plastic held down with rocks. On hot days the weeds will cook under the plastic. I’ve used this before successfully, but now I would only use it if I had the plastic already. I’m trying hard to not contribute to the creation of more plastic.
Then there is sheet mulching where you actually build your soil over the top of weeds. The new catch-phrase for this is lasagna gardening. Start with a layer of corrugated cardboard or three layers of newspapers (or a combination!) right on top of your weeds and where you want to plant (this isn’t for clearing pathways). Water this in really well. Then gather together compost items such as coffee grounds, weeds (without seeds), grass clippings, shredded paper, seaweed or algae… whatever you can compost. Sort your compost into browns and greens. Browns are mostly dead stuff such as leaves, shredded paper, pine needles and dried plant clippings. Greens are fresh things like dinner scraps, green cut grass… anything with some life still left in it. Manure is perfect for your ‘greens’ pile. Chasing down landscapers as they rake leaves and bag up grass from their lawnmowers is a good way to collect ingredients. Now start layering. The best ratio would be two parts brown to one part green, but don’t stress over it. The green stuff will heat up and cook the browns. Depending on how much stuff you can layer, your bed should be about two feet high, and however long that you want it. Water it regularly. Within weeks your lasagna will have sunk down into fantastic garden soil. If you want to plant right away, then add several inches of compost to the top. Otherwise, let it sit a season and you’ll be able to plant right into it. The newspaper or cardboard at the bottom will help suppress weeds and keep it moist. Remember that the deeper your loam, the more rainwater it will hold and the less you’ll need to water.
What all of these methods of weeding does, is to decompose the weeds right where they are. The minerals that they hold in their leaves are distributed into the soil, and as their roots decompose they leave tunnels for worms and other soil creatures to move around in. You are keeping the soil moist and dark, which are wonderful conditions for our soil friends to flourish. I’ve left plywood down on pathways during the entire growing season, and when lifting a piece have discovered treasures such as newts and salamanders underneath, that I wouldn’t have seen otherwis. They are great bug eaters for the garden. Sheet mulch also can harbor slugs and ants, but they are easily dealt with, especially if you have chickens!
Sheet mulching is very easy, it combats even tough weeds, it builds soil, and it repurposes things you might normally put into the trash. So save all those boxes from Christmas, the contents of your paper shredder, what newspapers you didn’t use to light the fireplace, your garden waste, your kitchen waste, and whatever your neighbors want to get rid of (tell them you’re making lasagna with it!) and begin layering. You are helping your garden, helping your soil creatures, building loam, opening underground stores of minerals for usage by plants, making your fruit and vegetables rich with nutrition, lightening your impact on the dump, creating a beautiful garden, and all without backbreaking work and certainly no chemicals! Just say, “NO!” to Monsanto!
- Birding, Chickens, Gardening adventures, Houses, Living structures, Permaculture and Edible Forest Gardening Adventures
Building a Withy Bird Hide
I was going to continue my series on weeding, but I’ll pick it up next post. Yesterday we received almost an inch of rain. Whoopee! It wasn’t the damaging downpour we had a few weeks ago, either. It was steady and soaking. The temperatures dipped but not to frost (what a strange February!). This morning after I sat clutching my warm tea mug and doing some Internet research, I went outside to check out the yard and it felt like the first day of spring. Cool but not cold. Wet but not soggy. Cloudy and a little threatening but with patches of sunlight. Birds going nuts in all the bushes and trees. It reminded me of our first trip to England during Easter week five years back. There was this feeling, both there and here today of movement everywhere. The soil was stirring with awakening seeds and slumbering creatures.
I put on a knit hat and old clothes and a jacket (ever the lady!) and was all set to pull weeds from the wet ground. Instead I felt inspired to create a bird hide. So, right now you’re thinking of places where birds can hold up. Actually I already have these; they are brush piles all around the fence just for the purpose of providing shelter and escape venues for critters. A bird hide is actually a structure where bird watchers may watch and photograph birds without being seen by them. We have mallards, wigeon and egrets coming to our pond, as well as plenty of songbirds in the surrounding trees. I wanted a bird hide for us and visitors in which to sit and watch.
Since I can’t build anything (the whole measurement thing… I’ve already told you about that) I obtained prices from Quality Sheds in Menifee who built my two sheds so well. Expensive… yep, but not as much as hiring a carpenter, even if he used scraps from my old sheds. Then this morning I started browsing the Internet (trying to stay by that warm teacup as long as possible) and researched withy structures, tree branch structures, living buildings…. all fascinating. Withy is a bendable piece of willow, and sometimes other wood. I’ve always wanted to make a living thing out of willow; stick pieces in the ground, weave together the shoots and it roots and grows! I’ve seen living willow benches before.
So I figured I’d seize the day, this beautiful unofficial start of spring, and see if I could make a decent hide. There are other wonderful structures on the property build by Roger Boddaert and crew, so something natural would not only fit in and be ecologically more sound (than having a structure built), I know the wonderful feeling of being in a structure that is made of natural materials.
This spot was left untouched during the creation of the garden because somewhere in the area there had been a fairy ring, which is a ring of mushrooms growing out from a central fungus. I’ve given up hope that its still alive, and this is an ideal spot for watching birds both in the pond and in the trees behind.
I guessed where the center was, measured roughly five feet (I stepped on the string and held it to my head… I’m 5’3″) and made a ten-foot circle. Why ten? Eight looked too small and twelve too large. I also uncovered the irrigation lines so that I could avoid breaking them (only one casualty).
Old burnt tree stumps had been given to me by Juan, who constructed most of the garden. They’ve been happily growing fungus and providing some habitat as they’ve sat waiting for me to figure out what to do with them. Of course, I wait for the day after a heavy rain when they are good and soaked to move them, and uphill at that! Most of them were old and light enough to roll without too much effort.
Then there was this squat, misshapen devil. It was just oddly shaped enough to not roll, too short and heavy to move with the dolly. Finally I just walked it, bit by bit, curse by curse. I laughed like a madwoman when I put it in place. I’m really glad that I have tolerant neighbors. I often tell my chiropractor about my garden projects. He seems to really like them, and encourages me to keep on hauling flagstone, rolling logs, etc. Hmm.
Of course, right as I position it, some of the back breaks off. There was a sleepy Western fence lizard trying to keep warm.
Just when I thought I’d moved the heaviest, the last one proved to be a monster. It wouldn’t roll. It wouldn’t wheel. I brought out my incredibly handy garden cart, tipped it up, hoisted that guy onto it and off we went! It wasn’t that easy, but I did it. I had a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment similar to when I took Tai Kwon Do with my kids, and broke a board with my hand and one with my foot. I felt as if I could chop down walls! Anyway, making this ring felt right, and perhaps their acid decomposition will inspire another mushroom ring.
Then I scavenged for old twisty branches and willow. Although I have native willow growing in the streambed, I opted for curly willow for the sides. Not only is it more architecturally pleasing to my eye, it likes full sun and is more drought tolerant than other willows.
Since the willows would just be whips yet, I wanted to kick-start the hide with some camouflage in the form of dead oak trees that hadn’t yet shed their leaves. I stuck them in the mud on either side of the main viewing window. They can be incorporated into the design as the willows grow, or come out easily. Everything is reversible! (I try not to build anything that isn’t).
I managed to find some long curly willow off of the plants that aren’t even a year old in my garden yet. I want the withys to meet overhead. The ‘windows’ will be over the stumps, except for the main window looking down to the pond. The hens came over to help plant willow by standing on the shovel and in the hole slurping valuable worms. I sure loved the company.
I planted all the willow, but didn’t really finish working on the upper portion before sunset. I really wanted to finish, too, and move on to weeding. Giving the project a little time will help me in finishing it, especially since I’m making it up as I go! I’m not weaving the structure like many willow structures are, but I will be shaping them so that they grow in the right way.
A little anticlimactic, but I’m not done yet! The willow will be growing and filling out with leaves, making the roof canopy all in good time. I bet there are ducks in the pond right now not paying any attention to the hide! 🙂 Tomorrow I might look at it , recoil in horror, and pull everything out. Or not. I’ll let you know.
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Soil: Weeding
Good soil is the basis of life as we depend upon it. Rich, loamy soil with a neutral pH is what every gardener dreams of. The smell of fresh soil is called geosmin, which is a scent released by happy soil. Good soil makes for healthy plants, which in turn grow healthy fruits and vegetables.
Soil is different than dirt. Dirt is what happens on a roadway after a lot of traffic passes over it and the oxygen is compressed out of it. Dirt is what is left when erosion is allowed to carry off topsoil. Dirt is what remains after unsustainable farming practices where chemical fertilizers are dumped onto plants year after year until nothing will grow anymore. Dirt is what most people have when they move into a new house, because to make the property level all the topsoil has been scraped off and buried. Dirt is nearly dead. But dirt is an ingredient in soil, and luckily Mother Nature is always trying to repair the soil. What we call weeds grow in dirt because these are plants on a mission to bring dirt back to life.
Plants have different jobs in nature. Some have deep tap roots to mine minerals from deep down, bring them up to their leaves which die and transfer the minerals to the surface. Some are groundcovers. Some attract insects. Some fix nitrogen in the soil. Some provide a shady canopy. Most provide mulch in the form of fallen leaves, twigs, flowers and fruit. Some provide habitat for animals, whose droppings fertilize the ground. Plants help each other in a symbiotic relationship, and permaculturalists call a set of these plants guilds.
Now look at weeds in a vacant lot and try to identify them. Wild radish? It has an enormous taproot that breaks apart hard soil, then mines deep minerals and delivers them to the topsoil in the form of leaves. It also attracts bees and other pollinating insects. As does mustard, which has a very tough root system that also breaks up hard soil and creates tunnels for worms and other soil creatures to move through. As the plants die off, so do the roots, which decay and feed the microbes and worms, whose castings turn dirt into perfect soil. Grasses hold onto the soil keeping it from eroding away, shades the soil from harsh sunshine, retains water and provides good habitat for worms as well as food for birds, depending upon what type of grass is growing. All plants have a purpose, even if they aren’t in their native environment.
However we don’t want our gardens to be like vacant lots. Usually, quite the opposite. Many people will look at their backyard full of weeds and poor soil and decide just to dump white sparkly rock all over it and stick in some unhappy cactus. These people are actually much kinder to the soil than those who start the relentless, expensive, laborious and deadly cycle of spraying chemical weed killer, dumping on chemical fertilizer, forcing plants to grow in areas not suited to them and yet never creating soil.
When you use permaculture practices in your garden, the most work is done in the first year. You plan your garden for functionality, plan plant guilds, plot out your own usages and desires, and then plant accordingly. You may plant close together, but keep in mind the needs of the adult tree. Don’t plant invasive plants unless they are properly contained. Don’t plant vines without installing support systems such as trellises first. Lay the groundwork for your garden. Don’t spray. Don’t pour lots of money into chemicals. Don’t even till unless your soil is horrible and you can’t wait to plant (and then, only till once and then never ever again!). There is a lot less physical labor to do in a first year permaculture garden than one with chemicals, and none of it involves poison!
Permaculture makes you look at everything in different ways, even things that conventionally seem bad. Instead of looking at your weeds as devil spawn, look at them with a view to what their purpose is in the garden. What are they telling you about the soil? I’ve talked about this in earlier posts, about what type of soil supports different types of weeds. For instance, nettle grows in high nitrogen areas. Now think of the weeds as a potential crop. Lambs quarters, purslane, even stinging nettle are all edible (boil the nettle briefly to dissolve the acid) and very healty for you. Dandelion wine! Or think of the medicinal values. Watch your weeds for awhile. Do birds eat the seeds? Are they covered in ladybugs? So now that you know your weeds a little better, you may think more fondly of them and perhaps allow some of them to live. Or even reserve a corner of the property for weeds to grow just for those birds, insects and your own harvesting. I’ve allowed purslane and scarlet pimpernel to grow over newly planted areas because they helped hold the soil, preserve moisture and helped prevent more nasty weeds from growing. Now you’re thinking: but what if they reseed? Well, of course they’re going to reseed unless you don’t let them live that long. Seeds are coming onto your property via air, animals and your own shoes every day. There is a horror about reseeding weeds that is all blown out of proportion. Have you ever cut all the weeds and had none come up the next year? Only if you dump Roundup or other chemicals on plants and kill them and everything around them in an annihilation of all that’s good along with all that you don’t want, do you keep anything from growing in that area. So how do you get rid of weeds? Okay, hold that thought.
How makes up good soil? Decomposed organic matter. It is actually the microbes and worms in the soil that make soil alive and healthy, and they are decomposing all that organic matter. How do you get good organic matter? Haul truckloads of horse manure from a farm? Save kitchen waste? Have a worm bin and harvet the castings every six months? Wait until trees are mature and harvest the leaves? Well, yes to all of these, but in the meanwhile, as it often is in nature, the answer is right in front of you: the weeds!
That’s right! Weeds are just compost that hasn’t happened yet. The fastest way to develop good soil when you have no other resources (or not enough resources) is to help nature along. Define your walkways (where foot traffic will compress the soil and where you don’t want anything to grow), and then when you pull weeds, toss them in your garden beds. If you weedwhip or mow, rake the cuttings into the beds. If you do this prior to the weeds setting seed, fine, but don’t lose sleep if you haven’t. You’ll grow some more weeds… great! More compost! I hand pull most of my weeds and then throw them in the guilds under the plants, root ball up. Within a few weeks they have decomposed, and all those nutrients they were holding in their leaves and roots have been delivered to the soil in the same areas. (If you have different types of soil on your property, keep the weeds near where they grew because they were busy amending that particular soil). The layer of weeds will also suppress other weeds from coming up, and will hold in moisture. Sure beats hauling weeds to a compost heap, and certainly beats having the trashman haul off plants that are holding nutrients from your garden soil!
There are exceptions to this practice. Invasive weeds such as Bermuda grass, Johnson grass, and anything that spreads via underground runners (rhyzomes) should not be handled this way. These useful plants for a vacant lot are terrors of your garden. However they can become useful. If you have a compost heap that really heats up, you can cook the weeds in it. What I do is put the weeds in an old trashcan, put the lid on it and let it sit in the heat for weeks until the weeds are cooked and completely dead. If it is Bermuda grass or Johnson grass, I also pound a stake through its heart. Then I compost it. Putting it in a trashbag works, too, but then you’d be contributing to the plastic industry in one more way and also to the landfill. I have set out trashcans with Johnson grass in it to go to the dump when I had so much that I had no place to cook it, and figured that sending organic weed material to the dump really can’t hurt.
How does one get rid of invasive weeds without spraying? Relentless hand-pulling in combination with occlusion, which is covering it with plywood, thick layers of cardboard, black plastic or whatever you have that will deprive it of what it needs to live.
This has been a long, lecturing post, and I apologize (if anyone actually has read to this point!) . I want you to look at the varied functionality of everything in the garden. If you have a problem, can you turn it into a benefit? For instance, if you have a wet clay area, why not harvest the clay from it to build a cob oven or garden feature, and let the depression become a natural pond? Or sheet mulch that area (what some people call lasagne mulching), which I won’t go into here but simply search the Internet for it and you’ll find hundreds of examples. Or plant peppermint or spearmint, or some other wetland-loving plant such as watercress… all of which are edible.
In subsequent posts I’ll talk more about different types of weeding and soil building. For now, go
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Creamy Cauliflower Caraway Soup
The other night I had the February blahs. I was hungry, felt as if I was fighting a cold, worn out from laboring in the garden, and wanted comfort food. I had very little in the vegetable tray, but what I had was perfect for this soup. I made it that night, and I refined it tonight.
This is a healthy, low-calorie, vegan soup that is pureed smooth and silky. Two factors make this soup special. First, you almost char the cauliflower and caraway in a very hot pan until it is dark brown. I’ll call it deeply browning, because I don’t want that burnt flavor of charring. I was once served a tomato soup at the Four Season’s Resort which obviously used charred tomatoes, and it tasted so burned that I couldn’t eat it. In fact, it nauseated me, like when you really burn something on the stove and that smell is all over the house. I don’t think that that was the response they were looking for! Deeply browning the cauliflower brings out a wonderful rounded flavor (you can deeply brown the cauliflower, add a little broth and steam for a few minutes, and serve it this way as a side dish… delicious!). The caraway releases its flavor in the heat, and then becomes a very subtle note in the soup so that you really can’t distinguish it. If you would like a heavier caraway flavor, just increase the amount of seeds.
The soup is pureed and is naturally creamy with the addition of the potatoes. While the frying pan is cooling you use it to toast the salt and cayenne, again releasing and deepening the flavors. Use this as a topping, which is then stirred into the soup by the guest. This soup doesn’t take long to make and is perfect for a cool winter’s evening, and doesn’t make the house smell like cauliflower, either.
Creamy Cauliflower Caraway SoupAuthor: Diane C. KennedyRecipe type: EntreePrep time:Cook time:Total time:Serves: 4A creamy, low-fat vegan vegetable soup that is fast, easy and very satisfying.Ingredients- 1 shallot, chopped
- 4 tablespoons olive oil, divided
- 1 medium head cauliflower, chopped (about 4 cups)
- 1 teaspoon caraway seeds
- 1 stalk celery, chopped (about ¼ cup)
- 1 medium potato, peeled and chopped
- ½ cup dry white wine (not sweet!)
- 1 tablespoon coarse salt
- ⅛th teaspoon cayenne pepper
Instructions- In a heat-tolerant frying pan, add two tablespoons olive oil and heat on high until almost smoking.
- Add cauliflower bits (watch for splashing!), caraway seeds and stir.
- Allow cauliflower to cook between stirring so that it develops dark brown marks on it. It should smell savory but not burned.
- Meanwhile, heat other two tablespoons of olive oil in a medium saucepan.
- Stir in shallots, celery, potato and wine.
- Cook until wine is reduced to very little.
- Add cauliflower and caraway to saucepan. Don't wash the frying pan yet.
- Add broth and one can of water to saucepan.
- Cover and bring to a boil, then reduce to simmer for 30 minutes.
- In the cooling frying pan, stir together the cayenne pepper and salt and let it darken without burning. Keep in reserve.
- When soup is done, blend it until it is smooth, and caraway is as fine as your blender or VitaMix can make it.
- Pour back into saucepan and check for seasoning.
- Ladle into bowls.
- With a spoon (not your fingers... cayenne gets everywhere!) sprinkle some of the cayenne and salt mixture onto the soup.
- Either swirl it decoratively, or have guests stir it in before eating.
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Monday Morning Surfing
Okay, so its Monday morning at ten o’clock and I’m trying to make an unsweetened cup of tea stretch out as an excuse to read funny stuff on the Internet. That’s one of the benefits of living alone… no one but the little taskmaster in my head to crack the whip. Oh, and the bank, but its President’s Day so they should all be closed. Oh, and the animals, but I’ve fed them all, with the exception of Gammera (“Feed the tortoise today, Diane! Remember to feed the tortoise!”). The unsweetened tea is a kind of torture because I usually take it with honey, but I am trying really, really hard to lose that twenty pounds that I thought I had lost for good a couple of years ago, but which found me again. I’m also using the excuse that its the Great Backyard Bird Count weekend to watch the birds swarming to the feeders as I surf. All of this, of course, is an excuse to not go dig bamboo and transplant enormously heavy trees like I did yesterday (that ingrate of a lemon tree poked me in the eye while I was trying to rescue it! I left that sucker partially dug out last night as punishment. See if it learned its lesson by now…). Oh, and its a little cool outside (what a California wimp I am!). I am also feeling the afterguilt (new word?) from having ranted on the blog yesterday. Besides, funny things happen.
For instance last night, while I was watching a couple of Rowen and Martin’s Laugh-In episodes I had waited forever for the library to get in (and can’t renew because its on hold), my fat cat Pippin was zonked out on my favorite chair. Pippin is about 18 pounds. He was a skinny boy that showed up in our yard a couple of years ago and never went away. He sucked down food as if he needed it for emotional support (um… that sounds familiar!). Only one of my other indoor cats will tolerate him. Matthew is a kind-hearted soul. He’s a peace and love kind of cat, at least he’s become that after spending his first year of being in the house hiding behind the bookcase hissing at everyone. Matthew has a deep throaty whirr when he plays wildly with cat toys. Anyway, Matthew, in search of a warm spot (I don’t turn on the house heat), perched on top of the lovely ribbon-embroidery pillow next to Pippin. Somewhere around the point in Laugh In when Miss Greer Garson hit Henry Gibson on the head with an inflated hammer I glanced over to the chair (myself wrapped in several blankets, a robe and two cats), and saw that Matthew had found a warmer place to perch!
Pippin is solid, like a beached whale. He protested a little by waving his paw ineffectually (his front legs stick out straight when he lays on his side) and then going back to sleep.
So my Internet search started with Facebook, to see if there were any humorous links from my more sophisticated friends (I’m always at least a year behind in finding out the funny stuff. At least three years behind in technology!). Then I checked out Cake Wrecks ( http://cakewrecks.squarespace.com/ ) , which is a hilariously funny blog that posts disaster cakes with wonderful commentary. From there I went to The Bloggess (http://thebloggess.com/2012/02/her-name-is-juanita-juanita-weasel-unless-you-can-think-of-something-better/ ). This blog has pretty ‘mature’ language and topics, but it is laugh-till-you-choke hilarious. From there I went to Know Your Meme (http://knowyourmeme.com/ ). A meme (rhymes with cream… I looked it up) is whatever has viral popularity on the Internet. This site lists current memes, some of which are actually funny, but most of which make you really wonder about the average intelligence of the US Internet audience. Then I followed her link to Pintrest (http://pinterest.com/thebloggess/kick-ass-stuff/) which is a virtual bulletin board where people ‘pin’ interesting things they find on the Internet. Think of it like a workroom pinboard with cut-out jokes and photos hung all over it. I swear, I don’t know how people find the time to do all this Internet stuff and yet conduct normal lives or get enough exercise.
Speaking of exercise, I need to go see if that lemon tree has learned its lesson yet. Oh, and feed the tortoise.
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Bamboo: A Rant
(Note: I’ve modified this rant so that its more of a grumpy bit of advice and some whining. If you want to skip the rant altogether, just scroll to the third paragraph from the end where I’ve made some heartening observations and have posted happy photos of daffodils.)
I love the look, the feel and the beauty of bamboo. It is an amazing grass that is edible, durable and because of is fast growth rate makes a renewable building resource. There is clumping bamboo, which slowly spread out from a main clump, and which can be controlled. In my parents’ driveway, surrounded by asphalt, there was a patch of clumping bamboo which had been there for… forty year? More? It never escaped its boarder. Then there is rhizomatous bamboo, which sends out underground runners in all directions and can quickly undermine any nearby growth. Rhizomatous, or running bamboo, can be grown in containers, or you can chance it in the ground if you block it in with an underground barrier that is a good two feet deep, and six inches above ground. Even then you should watch out for escapees. Surrounding running bamboo with water is another way to keep it controlled… a bamboo island?
There is a lot of bamboo planted in my yard. A lot. The larger bamboo I anticipate harvesting after the culms are several years old and using for trellises or fencing. The smaller bamboo such as the beautiful black or variegated varieties aren’t that useful to me because of the thinness of their culms, but are very beautiful.
That is until I happened to trip over something in the pathway that reared up and back into the ground like a sea serpent. It was a black bamboo runner…unconfined invasive bamboo in my garden!
I started tracing that runner back to the mother plant. With some excavation I found that there were about 25 such runners just below the surface, all heading in different directions, all rooting and ready to send up shoots for new plants. The runners were an even 1/2 inch to 3/4 inch thick up to their tips. I stared in horror at the hydra I’d just uncovered, and then looked around. I had five clumps of black bamboo, and one of variegated, all along a heavily planted walkway. The plants were one year old and were on the verge of completely taking over one of the main areas of my garden.
(Here the rant really begins, as does the whining!:) Then began the backbreaking and laborious work of tracing all the rhizomes and pulling them up, making sure to get every piece. The rhizomes were 15 – 20 feet long. They snaked under my precious heirloom roses, under young citrus trees, under boulders and palm trunks, under other vines, through gopher cages and around the delicate subterranean irrigation system. The runners had to be pulled up, and since they rooted all along their lengths, when I pulled them the soil would fling up into my eyes. The clumps were planted where it was full sun and of course, it was a warm week when I tackled the project so I had to stop in the afternoon when I was roasting. I spent Valentine’s Day, which is a ‘holiday’ I’ve always disliked anyway, sweating, crying, laboring, running into the house to wash dirt out of my eyes, cursing. My dog General had had a seizure the weekend before and still wasn’t eating; I had found out that a person very dear to me had died. The bamboo was setting me back many days worth of work. It was not a good week.
The mother plants themselves were deeply rooted and had heavy root balls. I had to use boards as levers to try and hoist them from their holes; several I wasn’t able to pull out on my own and they are there waiting for me to have help. I was on my hands and knees tracing rhizomes, using a trowel to unearth the runners that went right through the root balls and around the trunks of my roses and citrus. Trying to lever up a boulder or a cut palm trunk with a board while digging and pulling on a thick rhizome was very taxing. It was dirty, frustrating and exhausting work, and merited a trip to the chiropractor, and my wrists and hands are still tingly and numb from the stress. If I hadn’t tripped on the rhizome, within six months (or less!) that entire walkway area with all of its productive food plants and heirloom roses would have been taken over. Everything would have had to be dug out, the entire area emptied (and with mature plants, I would have had to kill them or hire help to dig them out) and then the bamboo hand-traced and dug out.
It would have been a catastrophe. It would have ruined the garden, and would probably have convinced me to give up. I am one fifty-year-old woman trying to do all the work myself, and I really can’t hire regular help until I begin earning some kind of income again. I am an organic gardener and will not go over to the enemy and use weedkilling products.
I haven’t finished with the bamboo. There is another one that I haven’t started on yet, and I think there is another at the top of the property where it might begin to interfere with the neighbor’s underground cable line that leads off of the pole in my yard. The access road is littered with cut rhizomes and bunches of cut bamboo. Several clumps reel in their holes awaiting me to find help to pull them out. Meanwhile we had a heavy rain and windstorm which made the stream overflow in several places, flooded my chicken coop, and ripped the roof vent off of my new greenhouse (not under warranty, Rion says! It is broken, and I have to figure out how to keep it on). Seeds need to be planted, the ragweed laughs at me and the Bermuda grass starts coming back to life. There are trees planted in areas where they are now shaded, or won’t grow successfully, and I need to transplant them; heavy work when they are in gopher cages filled mostly with wet clay. My hayfever has started up, limiting time in the garden. So much to do. And I’m weary of wrestling with the stuff. A small house with a little garden, up against a wild area, sounds very, very good sometimes. So take warning when planting anything, or having anything planted: research it yourself and plant with an eye to the future.
On the plus side, I’ve taken a brief vacation from the cursed bamboo and have planted flats of seeds in the greenhouse. I’ve finally planted all the bulbs and sweetpea seeds that should have been in months ago. I planted cold weather veggie seeds in my raised beds, although its the end of the season for them. I’m enjoying the daffodils that are opening up along the driveway, their happy faces turned in different directions with different attitudes… I swear they have personalities.
Some of the fruit trees are blooming, and my two bee hives are very active. I’m drawing up plans for my outdoor composting restroom, my outside worm bin, my new (and better placed) chicken coop, and a new composting area. Best of all, I’ve been able to renew work on a middle-grade novel that I had begun and abandoned several years ago, and I am in the polishing stages before I send it off to an agent and hope for acceptance. It is very good to be creating again.
In early March, my zumba class (http://www.wadeintofitness.com/) will be touring the garden. On the second Saturday in April the San Diego Permaculture group (and anyone who wants to!) will be touring the garden and helping to finish building the cob oven that we started last summer. On May 12th, the day before Mother’s Day, the garden will be on the Association of University Women’s garden tour. After that, I hope to have groups in by appointment, with either a fee or a suggested donation. The weeks fly by and there is so much to do. Today the birds are crazy with spring, loud with stuffing themselves with seed to be if full health for mating season. It is still February, so I still have some time before the very hectic spring and summer seasons begin.
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Valentine Flowers
Although I don’t really like Valentine’s Day, I do like the fact that spring starts here in San Diego County in February. So to celebrate the day and the season, I thought I’d post photos of some new blooms that I took after our brief… and all too rare… rainstorm today.
This cyclamen had been a gift from my good friend Eileen several years ago, and every year it never fails to glow.
These bright gold beauties are left overs from seed mixtures I planted at the end of last summer. Borage is the big-leafed plant behind, also in bloom.
Over my thirteen years at this house I’ve collected heirloom bulbs and heirloom roses, even during the years when I really couldn’t afford to spend twenty dollars on something frivolous. Heirloom plants make me happy, and make me feel as if I’m contributing to the conservation of forgotten plants.
I buy all my heirloom bulbs from Old House Gardens (www.oldhousegardens.com). Visit them online, order a print catalog and indulge in the humor, the history and the sheer beauty of what this small company offers.
I have, as you might have guessed, a great fondness for daffodils. That includes jonquils and narcissus, of course. They are such happy, homely flowers; beautiful in their unusual form, and such a bright harbinger of spring! I’ve planted cheaper, non-heirloom daffs all around trees throughout my gardens and along my driveway. The heirloom ones I have separated in my front yard.
We don’t have many native bulbs in Southern California. That is logical, since we don’t have severe winters and plants never had to store their resources underground, protected from snow and ice. Many of our flower seeds, such as those of California poppies, need light to germinate and are best sown right on the ground. So bulbs such as my lovely daffodils don’t quite fit into a native garden, but instead remind me of colder climates. Also, gophers won’t eat the poisonous daffodil bulbs!
Several trees are breaking out in bloom; the crabapples around the pond, several apple trees, a plum, and this California redbud. I’m not thrilled about redbuds, but they do offer spring flower color, nice summer foliage, and fall color. What I like best about them is that they are nitrogen fixers, and improve the soil all around their roots.
Far too early for Easter, this Calla Lily appeared this week and made me remember my mother, who always bought them for spring. Mom’s favorite color was white, and although not her favorite flower (which was the orchid), the Calla lily seems the most like her: clean lines, unique shape and the glowing whiteness of sophistication.
Freesia is one of my favorite flower scents. It is fresh and not cloying or heavy. My other very favorite scents are yellow primrose (only the yellow ones have a fragrance!) and sweet violets (my favorite flower). And, of course, roses. The form that the freesia flower stalk takes, almost serpentile, adds so much to a garden’s shape. I like the yellow freesia the best, and they are also the most fragrant.
Growing up, I used to hate geraniums. Martha Washington and ivy geraniums covered the embankment of the backyard of the tract house we lived in in Carlsbad, CA. Every time a ball was lost in it, or one of our Shelties ran through them, the obnoxious smell of the geranium leaves was overwhelming to me. As I matured, however, I found out what a reliable friend geraniums can be. They take so much abuse and yet bloom all year ’round. The bright and dark reds are stunning and add just the right touch to other color combinations. I still prefer the less smelly vining ivy geraniums over the big-leaved Martha Washington varieties, and I let them clamber over my chain link fence, turning an eyesore into a trellis for beauty.
I hope my bouquet of flowers makes you happy. Happy Valentine’s Day!
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A Few of my Favorite Things
I now spend part or all of each day working in the gardens. Most of it is heavy labor, such as hauling clay, digging out plants, weeding; you name it. You can depend on Sublime Gardens to provide you with all the quality garden equipment that you need. Without these tools, I’d be lost. Here are my pick for the best tools in my garage.
Buckets. I have buckets with assorted PVC pieces and repair tools in them, buckets with planting tools and seeds in them, buckets under my wonderful, incredible outdoor sink to catch the water, buckets for brewing compost soup, and buckets for whatever else might come up, such as hauling heavy clay up the hill to my reponding project. A wheelbarrow is a great tool for moving loose soil on even ground, but when you’re fairly small, a wheelbarrow can get the better of you. Buckets are the answer.
Buckets can be pretty heavy, though, and the hauling of buckets is one of the many uses I have for my garden cart. It is the savior of my garden.
I move heavy potted plants, buckets filled with clay, urea or water, rocks, and bags of amendment with my cart. I can tip over heavy boxes, such as the two 60-pound containers my greenhouse arrived in, and haul them where I need them. Most of the time I need to transport things up or down the hill, over uneven ground and mulch, or around the narrow pathway by my house. The cart does it all. What a workhorse! I have a wheelbarrow, but I’ve used it more to mix up large batches of mud for clay oven building than I have for hauling dirt. The cart is just more stable. I love my cart. Best thing I ever bought.
My usual working outfit comprises of decent work shoes, a hat, gloves and my pruners which I shove in my back pocket along with some tissues (if I don’t have tissues, I’ll need them. Hayfever, bleeding cuts, drying PVC pipe before gluing, wiping ick off my hands…. I should have included tissues as a main feature!).
I have a pair of ratchoting pruners, and they are useful for tough wood, but just plain solid pruners are the best. I never know when I need to whip them out. Just walking around the garden I’ll find a dead stalk, new shoot or overenthusiastic vine that needs a nip, and if I don’t have my pruners handy chances are I’ll forget all about them within minutes. I’ve used them for cutting out a mass of yarrow whose roots are so invasive they’ve grown between stepping stones making the walkway impassable. I can’t dig them out, so I’ve had to cut. I’ve also learned to take better care of my pruners: I don’t twist them. I’ve ruined pruners by doing this, and its easy to do when you’re trying hard to cut something a little too thick for the tool.
For years I’ve started out with work gloves and ended up bare-handed. My hands are certainly evidence to that! Leather gloves would be too thick to manipulate and would irritate my skin, and cloth gloves would be too thin to handle small thorns and would become too hot. Finally they’ve created a glove that is not only inexpensive but it durable, breathable, works for small thorns (if you’re careful!), and doesn’t irritate my skin.
I find that at the end of the day, I’m still wearing them, much to my surprise. They allow me to plant and still feel what I’m doing. To my surprise, these same gloves were issued to me when I worked in the horticultural department of the San Diego Zoo Safari Park a couple summers ago. I buy them at WalMart. I’ve worn the first right finger down on a couple of pair, but it took awhile.
I pull weeds. I want to get the roots, and this tool is perfect.
It is just the right weight to not put undue stress on the wrist and arm, yet heavy enough so that you don’t have to stress your hand striking. The sharp end effectively cuts into the soil at the root so that you can pull the weed right up. The pronged side helps pop root masses right out. Its long enough so that when you are on your knees weeding, you don’t have to lean over too far, stressing your lower back. It is also good for uprooting old cornstalks and other veg that have a good grip on the earth. Also, it is formidable enough that anyone wanting to sneak up on you will think twice!
Finally, my favorite tool for just about anything: the round-point shovel, or spade.
I have a wonderful relationship with my spades. A nice round sharp edge slightly pointed, with wide foot rests for stepping on, and a good long handle that keeps stress off your lower back and is perfect to use as a leanin’ post. If I was given a selection of all garden tools, this is the one I’d go to without hesitation. I weed with it, move dirt, dig holes, scoop water, carry transplants, scoop gravel, flip compost, harvest potatoes… if I found a way to cook with it I would. (Actually, hoecakes are made on hoe blades held over a fire… I could use my shovel….!). If only I could find a single man who was as useful, reliable and fun as my round-point shovel! (Um… you don’t have to repeat that). I have three, one stationed by my house for the upper gardens, one by my garage for the driveway area and thereabouts, and one down by my veg gardens. That way I never have to look around for one. (Maybe that’s the tactics I need with men, too!)
There are of course other tools which I use. My cordless drill is a godsend. In fact, I should add it to this list, but I wanted to highlight simple, non-mechanical tools. I could live without my cordless drill, but life would be much more difficult, and it doesn’t relate directly to gardening since there are other ways of building without the use of screws.
So, if the apocalypse happened right now, with my aboveforementioned favorite tools I could continue on growing food. Until my buckets break, anyway.
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Garden’s One Year Anniversary
Happy Anniversary! One year ago on Feb. 1, 2011, I signed a contract with landscape architect Roger Boddaert (760-728-4297) to create a permaculture garden. For twelve years I’ve had this sloping property that was covered in weeds and worthless Washingtonia palms. Not only do these 2 acres slope down to a barranca, but it was filled in due to catching all the rainwater that runs from the street and properties above. I have to give credit to friend Gary B., who brought up the subject of permaculture in a conversation the year before. I’d heard the term and thought I knew what it was about, but months later when I was researching what to do with my property I remembered him mentioning it, and looked it up. I found what I was looking for. I’ve been an organic gardener for many years, have owned chickens for their eggs, have refused to till the soil so as not to kill microbes, have worked naturally with animals and plants, have created habitat, composted, recycled, collected rainwater… and all of that was permaculture. And so much more. How can one not be attracted to the term Food Forest? Certainly not a foodie and gardener like myself.
What happened on the property starting the week of Feb. 1 for the next six months altered the land so that it is truly two acres of habitat. It is useful, it is natural, and it is beautiful. Roger’s team led by Juan built beautiful walls of urbanite, planted and hauled, worked in scorching sun and frosty mornings and made what was dreamed into reality. An integral part of the garden has been diverting the water from erosion points and into rain catchment basins and natural ponds, and that is where Aart DeVos and Jacob Hatch of Aquascape (760-917-7457) came in. They also installed the irrigation. Dan Barnes did the rough and the precise tractor work (760-731-0985) and I can’t recommend his experience and skill enough. Fain Drilling dug the well (760-522-7419) and the wonderful sheds were built by Quality Sheds of Menifee (http://www.socalsheds.com) .
Along with some volunteer help from Jacob, I am the sole caretaker of the property. I am planning the plant guilds, weeding, improving soil, moving problem plants and trees and, did I mention, weed? Oh yes, then there is weeding. On Saturday May 12th, the garden will be on the Garden Tour of the Association of University Women of Fallbrook, and hopefully many people will be inspired to go organic, to create habitat, conserve water and grow extra food for the Fallbrook Food Pantry. We’ve come a long way, baby!
The following photos are comparisons between the precise location last year at this time, and today.