Even though my garden is only 12′ x 24′ and has only three tomato plants in it, which, including trips to the farmer’s market (which I would never want to stop doing), is plenty for us; and even though our mint is out there in a pot and there are only two Swiss chard
plants and one big clump of flat-leaf parsley; when we pull out the shovel and dig a hole, or plant tiny seeds, we like to think we have a little farmer blood in us. Of course that’s ridiculous, when you think of the work done by a real farmer, but we like to think it anyway. We have a barn you know. So what if it “came with the house.” And, more proof of farmer credentials, we make compost. Here it is . . .
I think this photo looks healthier and possibly more delicious than some dinners I’ve had! Except for the egg shells. 🙂 I was permanently hooked on composting when I saw the difference in my tomato plants and roses, those grown with compost, vs those not. Night and day. So we keep this soup pot (with a lid) underneath our sink and into it goes all our fruit and vegetable peels, egg shells, & coffee grounds. It’s green – green – green, saves money, makes you feel like a good person, makes your garden beautiful. I’ll give you a link at the bottom of this post, for a web site that gives composting info — it’s so easy, even we busy farmers can do it.
This year our compost heap took off in new unexpected ways. This grew all by itself. First grass grew, then this mountain of what we can see now is squash. We keep going out to admire it, Joe calls to me through the kitchen window from the barn, “Have you LOOKED at the compost heap lately?” I think it’s only going to get bigger. I hear thunder right this moment, that means rain, and these things LOVE rain!
It’s taller than the back of the arbor! Some might think we should weed it; but not us. Crazy talk. It’s done so well as is, why fool around with Mother Nature. ♥ We feel a little sorry for our neighbors that are about to be inundated with free squash. We see these plants as a kind of evidence at a crime scene. The questions are (were) — where’d it come from and what kind of squash is it? The prayer was, please don’t let it be zucchini. We’ve done zucchini, we’ve been eaten alive by zucchini, we know what one little zucchini plant is capable of. The other day, wandering through my photos, we solved the crime. Aha! This is our compost heap late last fall; the culprits look so picturesque and innocent just sitting there:
Nature has done her magic and we’re pretty sure what we have is a pumpkin patch! See what I mean about things grown in compost! We are pumpkin farmers. This is the best looking crop of anything we’ve ever grown. So here’s to all of us farmers . . .
Let the wealthy and great