It’s just the middle of April, and it’s actually really cold here (we sure crashed back down to earth after those 90-degree days at the start of the month), but somehow, our garden is already in almost full bounteous bounty mode. In as much as it can be with only three and a half beds planted with stuff. So on a lazy, lazy Sunday, we took our laziest camera outside to see what kind of documentation we could get of the lush cornucopia of deliciousness.
I’m ready for my salad dressing, Mr. DeMille!
First up, the Imbolc lettuce. It’s looking reasonably good (some of the types already seem to be bolting, actually, without ever having bothered growing into lettuce first), but you know what? We don’t think starting it on February 2 gave it any kind of head start. In fact, we suspect it would be doing better if we’d just planted it directly in the soil as soon as we could work it. This whole Imbolc thing is a big sham. At any rate, the lettuce pictured here could, technically, be eaten now. It wouldn’t be much of a meal, but those are definitely lettuce leaves, and you could even use a fork to eat them. In other words, it’s a bounteous bounty!
In the next bed over, the peas are… not edible yet. Last year we read an article in the New York Times at some point in March that was all shriekingly “OHMyouneedotplantyourpeasRIGHTNOWorthey’llnevergrow“, and like the dupes that we am (see: Imbolc), we fell for it. We raced out to get pea seeds at the grocery store, plunked them in the ground, set up trellises, then waited for an eternity for them to grow, then had to tear them out before they accomplished anything because we needed the bed they were in. This year we vowed not to be so foolish. No, this time around we’d set aside some space for our peas. But we still planted them freakishly early, and they’re still not growing at a pace that suggests they need to be put into the ground in mid-March. All of that said, there is a tendril on the pea pictured here. (The other peas are, well, not as big as this one.)
You will never hear us complain about having peas in the garden, though, because they are so delightfully photogenic.
I’m ready for my butter and ciabatta, Mr. DeMille!
We’ve got rows of radishes flanking the peas, and they are growing like gangbusters. They’re supposed to be 20 days from planting to harvest, and while there’s no way they’ll be that quick for us, they won’t be far off the mark.
We did a terrible job last summer of photographing our garden (for a variety of reasons we’d be happy to whine about at length, but we’ll spare you), so there has been much discussion in the last few weeks here at Maple Hoo of how we need to commit to being better about it this summer. But today was, as mentioned, a lazy day. We’d done all manner of non-fun chores earlier in the morning, and were waiting at low ebb for the hockey to start, and really didn’t want to go out front and have to think about taking pictures. But our garden is being so easy-going lately that it managed to look good when shot with the 18-55mm kit lens without even looking. See? Bounteous bounty!
Continuing the tour around the beds, the garlic is just ridonk. It’s huge. And, we’ve decided, literally edible now. We can commence enjoying green garlic whenever we want to. And not pictured is the riot of herbs growing in the pots around the perimeter. There was mint picked today for mojitos, and the volunteer catnip already needs to be harvested, the new sage is bushy and sweet, and there’s oregano bustin’ out hugely in a pot that we’ve been neglecting for years. If this is how well things are going when we’re not even trying, we can’t imagine what it’s going to be like when we start tending to the plants.