Sunday, July 26, 2009

Job's Garden

As I mentioned in the previous post, I built a garden box. I've wanted to start a garden for some time now. The thought of turning near useless lawn space into a productive space appeals to me. I'm not under any illusions that I can ever grow enough food to sustain us. It's strictly supplemental. Fresh fruits and vegeys right outside the door. Seeds are cheap!

The problem is finding a spot in my yard. Most of my acre is forested slope. Shade is plentiful. Flat terrain is reserved for lawn so the kids have someplace to play. I chose a useless spot of lawn on a slope that I thought got plenty of sunlight (it doesn't, even after tree branch trimming up on the roof).

In order to level it out, I had to build up one end. Fortunately, I have plenty of scrap lumber at my disposal so construction was virtually free. I did have to buy some galvanized screws. And topsoil. But dirt is.... well, dirt cheap. The advantage to bringing in the topsoil is that I'm able to provide a root free, nutrient rich foundation for the seedlings, which the kids and I started up in the early Spring.

It all sounds good, doesn't it?

The first problem I encountered was that not all of the seeds germinated. I guess some were too old. I've been buying seed packets for years, always intending to grow vegeys in pots on the deck, but never doing it.

But some took: cantelopes, zucchini, carrots, and sunflowers. I also went out and bought a cheap strawberry plant and tomato plant. I spent a little more and got a blueberry bush too.

The second problem I encountered, which everyone in the Northeast knows first hand, was all the rain we got. Too much rain, not enough sun, not that I had all that much to begin with (Not that I'm complaining about the cool temperatures. That's been great!). It was the second wettest June on record in New York City, which is close enough to hold true for us as well. Overcompensating for the lack of snow we got this winter.

All of the cantelopes shriveled up. The ranks of the zucchini dwindled. The sunflowers failed to thrive. But the carrots, tomato plant and blueberry bush were good.

And along came the slugs.

Those slimy fuckers have been a menace. Normally confined to evenings and cool, moist forest canopy, they've been out during the day! It's been so wet that they don't have to flee from the heat of the sun. While they left most of the edibles alone, they attacked the sunflowers, marigolds, pansies, and any other flowering plants they could reach. It's like a bad Sci-Fi Channel movie.

Desperate, I decided to try using an all natural pest repellent I'd bought from Agway back in May (they were all out of slug repellent). I mean, there's only so many slugs I can pick off the plants and toss in the road or step on. I suppose I could've tried salting a perimeter around my plants (I might try that next year), but with all the rain, it wouldn't last.

The product is called SupeRepellent and is made by a company called Country Fare. So I mixed up a batch from the concentrate as per the directions and gave everything a good soaking late one afternoon when it wasn't supposed to rain.

Big mistake.

The next morning, everything that got sprayed was burned. The blueberry bush was in shambles. One zucchini plant was fatally wounded while two others were battered. The tomato plant, which had been my success story for the year, took some damage down low, as did the strawberry plant. The carrots did ok. All the other flowering plants I sprayed were beat up.

I was furious. I couldn't believe that a product that contained all natural ingredients could do something like this. I hit the Web to find out what I could. Ironically, a couple of the ingredients (clove oil in particular) are herbicides in high enough concentrations. They're even used by organic farmers to eliminate weeds. The very compounds intended to keep pests away can actually kill the very plants the product's creator intended it to protect!

I waited a couple of days before going back to Agway. I really didn't want to chew them out. They didn't create the stuff. They just sell it. I explained what happened and they gave me my money back. The store manager suggested I call the manufacturer as they're right here in Connecticut.

I got an answering machine. I'd already gotten my money back so I didn't chew them out. I did emphasize that their product wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I thought that was going to be the end of it, but the product's creator called me back the next day. He apologized profusely and asked if he could come out to check the damage. I said sure.

It was the worst damage he'd ever seen.

We talked at length about the product: why he made it, the ingredient choices, proper mixing, dilution, and application techniques, and so on. It was one of those rare times when I could put my old chemistry knowledge to use. He couldn't bs me, but then again, he didn't try. The oils are generally immiscible in the solution unless sufficiently agitated. In other words, shake vigorously and shake often. But I'd read that on the label and noticed it in the concentrate. So either I oversprayed (most likely) or it was a bad batch.

He apologized several times and offered me some free products: pre-diluted SupeRepellent and some vitamin additive meant to revive plants.

Two weeks went by and it seemed like the garden might recover. Carrots were still growing. The tomato plant was over six feet tall and producing plenty of quarter sized tomatoes. The blueberry bush wasn't going to product berries this year, but it had new growth. The one remaining good zucchini plant was even flowering again.

Then we got a hail storm.



The trees had their share of damage. If the leaves weren't green, one might be inclined to think it was Fall. No limbs lost though.

As for the garden, the zucchini's leaves were punctured and the flower was smushed. Several branches on the tomato plant were broken and a dozen green tomatoes were knocked to the ground. The sunflowers were snapped in half. The carrots appear to have been too small to suffer much and the blueberry bush was already a skeleton so it was hard to hit.

The garden is recovering, again. I've still got my tiny tomatoes. One of the fallen green ones is turning red on the window sill. The strawberry plant is flowering. I suspect the carrots are ok, but very small. I have no idea when I'm supposed to pull them out. I'm waiting as long as possible in hopes that they're actually growing into something big enough to eat.

It's still July. The forecast for the week is scattered thunder showers. Every day. I have to wonder what's coming next. Crushing heat wave? Raccoon rampage? Mole invasion? Return of the slugs? My cats are good at catching mice. I wonder if I can train them to go after slugs. In the meantime, maybe I'll stock up on some salt.

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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Going Turtle

turtle

Like my good friend the turtle, I've pretty much been in my shell as of late. Blogging and reading blogs has taken not just a back seat but pretty much the third row seat of late. I've been so disheartened by what's been going on in the political arena that I've crawled inside to wait until the danger's past and everyone's gone away.

Obviously that hasn't happened, but I'm peeking out anyway.

We didn't get much snow this Winter so Mother Nature decided to give it back to us late Spring. Anyone who lives in the Northeast knows that we've been getting plenty of rain from the second half of May on through June. To give everyone an idea, our area has received 50% more rain than what we average in June. I think NYC had it's second rainiest June on record.

So you can say we've been soggy. I think that's why we had a rare turtle sighting in June. And he was a big one too. I'd say his shell was a foot long. Anyway, he was about 500 feet away from the local pond and uphill. I have no idea why he wandered away from it. I guess that since things were so wet he decided to have a look around the neighborhood.

wild strawberries

I'm not a fan of using product on my lawn (or my hair). I don't want a monochromatic lawn made up of monolithic grass. I prefer diversity. Sure the dandelions are annoying, but they go away. And all the variety of grasses means that if part of the lawn starts to go, some other strain will move in.

But more importantly, I've got well water. What doesn't get metabolized by the plants trickles down to the aquifer. "Hey kids! Have a glass of 1,2,3 methylhexylchlorobutyldi-isocyanate." Well, not really, but you get my point.

As a result, seeds drift in on the wind (or out some critter's butt) and germinate in my herbicide free yard. Those berries in the picture are wild strawberries. They're spreading throughout my yard and have really thrived this year. If I'd gotten off my butt and sent out the picture sooner to my friends (thanks again Bob and Matt), I probably would've been able to harvest enough to make a jam (they sell kits now in my local hardware store) or make some kind of dessert.

Better luck next year, I suppose. In the meantime, the lawn mower makes a detour and competitors gets weeded out.

frog or toad

There's a small creek that runs behind my house. It's usually only wet in the Spring, when the snow melts. So, with all the rain, it hasn't gone dry yet. The frogs are loving it. They had orgies every night.

My son has gone crazy with bugs. Only entomologists (and little boys) show total fascination with every creepy crawly and buzzing annoyance out there. I think my wife anticipated this and thus bought me Kaufman's "Field Guide to Insects of North America." Thanks to Alex, and this book, I know more about insects than I ever cared to know.

But it's helped me to not panic at the sight of this underneath my deck:
hornet nest

Why not panic at the sight of a melon-sized hornet's nest? Oh because if you leave them alone, they won't waste their stingers on you. They'd much rather use it on prey (various caterpillars).

Still, the wife wants it gone. I'll see if I can postpone it until Fall or Winter. The book says that nests are only used for one season. The Queen moves on and everyone else dies. Hmmmmm, there's a message hidden in that factoid.

Other projects: I've built a garden box (more on that in a future post) and I'm in the midst of turning our bedroom closet into a walk in.

Well, there's another thunderstorm in the area. I better post this before a lightning bolt fries something (phone line got hit last month). Be seeing you.

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DED

turtle heading down the road


P.S.: For those of you wondering about 1971, I haven't forgotten. It was a tough year to figure out but I think it's set now. Hope to get to it soon.

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