Monday, July 17, 2017

Garden update

Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your condolences regarding Lydia's unexpected passing. It's funny how the loss of a pet can send a family reeling.

Because my mind is still regaining equilibrium and I'm not up to writing anything coherent, I thought I'd give you a quick tour around our garden since I haven't showed it yet this season.


We haven't added anything new to the garden this year. Partly it's because we had the killdeer nest in the way, and partly because we're waiting for a replacement cylinder for the tractor which precludes using it for any heavy lifting (such as installing more tires for additional growing beds).

However I do want to point out one lovely project Don just completed, which is a gate through the grape arbor.

Don built the arbor last year when we planted the grapes. Up to this point it's just been blocked off by a cattle panel, but he's always wanted to install a more decorative gate.


He has the amazing ability to visualize a completed project and then mentally back-track to how to build it.



One side finished...


...and both sides finished. Beautiful, n'est-ce pas?


So here's what's going on in the garden.

Last fall I planted potatoes in eight tires as part of an experiment; to wit: is planting in the fall better than planting in the early spring? Would fall-planted potatoes do well?


As spring progressed and I saw no signs of growth, I got nervous. This past winter was very harsh and perhaps the fall-planted potatoes didn't make it? Not wanting to miss the window of opportunity, I hastily planted additional potatoes in four of the beds on May 21 (and onion sets in the remaining four beds).

Of course, you can guess what happened. The potatoes I planted last fall grew vigorously. So did the potatoes I planted in May. So four of the beds are double-planted with taters, and four of the beds have both potatoes and onions.


Lots of potatoes in this planter, and you can see the onions in the one behind.


Here is one of the two ever-bearing strawberry beds.



We've been picking heavily off of them.


The peas, which I planted on May 2, are going absolute gangbusters.


There's just something so pretty about peapods.



This is one of our two mature pear trees. Earlier this spring I trimmed a couple of low-hanging branches that required propping up as the season progressed, and I think the tree looks better for it.


This is our other pear tree. It's the same age as the bigger tree, but this one nearly died several years ago and managed to recover. It's smaller but bearing prolifically.


Lots and lots of young pears among the branches.


These are the rest of our strawberry beds. An ever-bearing rectangular bed is in the lower left, and all the June-bearing beds are in the circular tires on the upper left and on the right. After last year's massive crop, the June-bearers seem to be taking a breather this year -- which, to be honest, is something of a relief. We got kinda overwhelmed with fruit last year.


These are the corn tires. This year they're the corn-and-beans tires.


In these tires I planted calypso beans, an heirloom dry bush bean. (I can't grow pole beans among the corn because the variety of corn I grow, Yukon Chief, is too short to support pole beans.) In some beds the beans are predominant, largely due to the influence of chickens scratching up the corn seed.


In other beds, the corn took off.


Here are the rows of smaller tires I use for viney plants such as melons or pumpkins. This year I have watermelon, cantaloupe, and tomatoes planted in these tires.


Some of the watermelon:


Some of the tomatoes:


The baby orchard we planted last year is doing splendidly. (The bushy stuff in the tires with the trees are wildflowers we grow for the bees.)


We have two Stanley plum trees. They are producing prolifically this year.


We have four types of apples: Braeburn, Gala, Snow Sweet, and Honecrisp. While all four varieties are producing fruit, the Snow Sweet seems to be setting the earliest and largest fruit.


And the peaches are producing! I'm most excited about the peaches, which are hands-down my all-time favorite fruit. I've never even picked my own peaches before, so this is a thrill for me.


Here's our garlic boat. If there's one thing that grows heartily in our area, it's garlic. We have a bumper crop this year.


Our mature blueberries were problematic this year. You might recall I transplanted these bushes from a weed-infested spot several years ago (in 2011). Unfortunately, in an effort to keep as much soil around the roots as possible, I also transplanted some stubborn unrelenting grasses. As a result, the blueberry bed regularly gets overwhelmed with weeds.


This year they were so bad I almost threw up my hands and abandoned it. Instead I buckled down and yanked. These tough grasses can't be pulled up (unlike most weeds) since their root system is so deep and they spread vegetatively. But I could, at the very least, yank out what I could and give the poor blueberries some breathing room. It's the best I'll ever be able to do in this bed.

It took three days, but the result was better than I expected.


Now the bushes are ripening their crop. I'll be picking within two weeks.


The younger Hardyblue blueberries, the ones we planted in 2015, are doing well though still quite small. The berries are smaller than the berries on my original bushes, but much sweeter. (A few random ones have already ripened for a taste test.)


By default in the rest of the garden, whenever I had a spare tire, I planted bush beans (Jacob's cattle beans in this case) and carrots. The carrot seed is from the seed I harvested last summer, and let me tell you carrots produce a LOT of seed. As a result I broadcast carrot seeds heavily and will need to go through and thin them shortly. I have many tires of this beans/carrots combo.


I planted two tires of potato onions last fall, and mulched them with pine needles.


I have a lot of volunteer potatoes growing in various beds. Here are some among the Brussels sprouts -- which, incidentally, I'm watching like a hawk for aphids. So far so good.


More volunteer potatoes, and the corn you see growing among them is an experiment: Popcorn. I started just a few seedlings in the house in the spring, and transplanted them to see what would happen. Popcorn takes a fairly long growing season, so frost may hit before I get anything, but what the heck, it's an experiment.


As another experiment, I planted three beds of red lentils. The result so far is "meh." Lentils are clearly a field crop for a reason. No bang for the buck. I won't plant them again.


I planted a few cayenne peppers in one of the lentil beds.


Here's just one bed of Walla Walla sweet onions planted from sets. I'm not a huge fan of sweets (I like onions with a bite) but they're not bad.


Here's another experiment: breadseed poppies. I ordered these seeds something like ten years ago and forgot all about them. I decided to broadcast them to see what happens (poppy seeds need light to germinate, so they shouldn't be buried but instead just broadcast on the surface). Only a few grew, so I planted beans in the rest of the bed to fill it in.


Here are the buds, getting close to flowering.


I love poppy seeds -- the girls always teased me for blackening my English muffins with poppy seeds before toasting -- so if this works, I'll always have a bed or two of poppies sown from now on.

Some lettuce. I haven't planted this in years -- it just re-seeds itself from season to season -- but it's always fun to pick a salad. I'll let the rest of this bed go to seed for next summer's salads. There's also some basil planted in there, and a lonely little petunia Younger Daughter bought.


Horseradish. Unlike years past, so far no flea beetles have attacked it.


Spearmint. I picked up a tiny plant two years ago on a whim, and my goodness it's grown. (One of the advantages of tire gardening is invasive plants can't spread vegetatively beyond where you plant them.) Oddly enough I don't care for mint tea so I never really use the spearmint; but my goodness it smells absolutely divine.


Oregano. This stuff would take over the garden (by seed) if I let it. It grows, literally, like a weed.


Rosemary, one of two pre-grown herbs I bought this year. Rosemary is a perennial but it can't survive our winters. A neighbor has some in his greenhouse and it's enormous. I may pot one of the plants this fall and bring it into the house and re-plant it next spring.


Parsley, the other herb I purchased pre-grown. Just didn't get around to starting it indoors in time.


English thyme. This is growing in one of my old herb tires from five years ago, and it's fairly choked with weeds (mostly grasses). It's my intention to dump this tire and grow some fresh thyme in another larger tire.


So it's very convenient that last year, the thyme seeded itself in the adjacent grape bed. I'm keeping the bed weeded and eventually I'll transplant this baby thyme into a new tire.


The grapes are producing a few nascent clusters, which disproportionately pleases me. I've never grown grapes before, so this is something of a thrill. Someday I'm hoping the whole trellis will be overgrown with grapevines, and we can walk underneath plucking low-hanging fruit.


The raspberries are peaking right, and we've been picking and freezing the fruit.




We're not the only ones enjoying the raspberries.


Thanks for touring the garden with me.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Guardian of the Garden is gone

Lydia, our beloved Great Pyrenees, died last night.


It happened so fast I can't quite believe she's gone. We had her stitches (and plastic cone) removed on Tuesday morning, and she was feeling fine and frisky afterward. I brought her into the garden as a treat, and she explored as usual. It was so good to have her back in the garden with me as I worked.



After exploring, she rested in the shade of the pear tree, looking glad to be free of the cone and glad to be in the garden with me once more.


Yesterday morning Younger Daughter and I went out early to pick strawberries and raspberries. Lydia, as Guardian of the Garden, surveyed her vegetative domain.



Then she moved herself to another favorite spot under the raspberries. This is the last photograph I have of her, looking pleased with the world.


But as yesterday progressed, I got more worried about her. She was eating absolutely nothing, but we tried to remember she was just two weeks after major surgery, so perhaps she still needed more recovery time...?

Then last night at 11:30, Don woke me up and told me Lydia was seriously ill. I threw on some clothes and came downstairs. She was panting, lying flat on her side, and her gums were pasty white and bleeding. Immediately we scrambled to get ready to take her to the emergency vet clinic (the same one where she had porcupine quills removed last year). When the car was ready, we went over to pick her up and carry her -- and found she had died. Quietly, peacefully, without fuss. She looked like she was just sleeping ... but she wasn't. Don thinks she had a stroke or perhaps a blood clot.

Darn it, I'm tearing up as I write this. I simply cannot believe she's gone.

Goodbye, beloved pet. Thank you for eight wonderful years.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Diagnosis for Lydia

Our Great Pyrenees, Lydia, had a mass on her belly which concerned us, so a couple weeks ago I brought her in to the vet. It turned out to be breast cancer.

The vet told me that female dogs who get spayed before their first heat cycle (9 to 12 months of age) reduce their chances of breast cancer by 95 percent. If spayed after the first heat cycle but before the second, chances are reduced by 80 percent. But if left unspayed, it's almost guaranteed they'll get breast cancer in their older years. Lydia just turned eight years old.

Her inflamed teats were weeping a watery bloody fluid, so the vet wrapped her in bandages to catch the drips. It didn't work because the bandages bunched up and hitched downward, but it was only for a day or two.


She went into surgery right away. The vet both spayed her and removed the mass, which was sent in for a biopsy. The results came back indicating the cancer may have metastasized.


She came home with an incision from north to south, tipped with drain tubes at either end. Major ouch.


Needless to say, she was stuck with the "cone of shame" (as they call it) until the stitches came out. It took her a couple of days to sleep off the effects of the anesthesia.



But after that, she felt fine and frisky, but couldn't figure out what this strange plastic thing was around her neck. She simply cannot grasp its diameter, and has spent the last two weeks blundering into things and getting stuck in corners.


The last couple of days have been hard on her. I think she's bewildered by the "punishment" she's receiving -- wearing a cone -- and is acting depressed.


Yesterday it seems she might have blundered into a hole or something and lightly sprained her left front paw. At this point the cone is doing her more harm than good, so I called and moved up her vet appointment a day early to have the stitches and cone removed (her appointment is tomorrow).

The vet showed me how to check her lymph nodes, which I should not be able to feel. We'll bring her in for a six-month checkup to see if the cancer has spread.

Sigh. Lesson learned, folks. Please spay your female dogs before their first heat cycle.