Friday, September 21, 2012
Praise The Lord
Food stocks are good. And as a result the committee has decided to put aside the more ambitious plan to hoop house what looked to me like an acre or two, which would be used for early and late season planting. Or to give it another perspective there are enough Beans, Eggplant and other such characters, put aside to outlast the siege of this coming winter, and maybe the winter of two thousand thirteen / fourteen. Next year though, when it becomes hot again, we'll use shade cloth suspended over rows, so that air, birds and the special might visit, but high sun kept at bay. It was this technique that permitted a Cucumber plant to continue producing on into late August. Which itself was gratifying, even if by late July a person generally is happier if he never sees a Cucumber again. It's these shade cloth constructions, which are low and manageable, that will for this winter be modified to accommodate a more genteel suggestion of winter activity in the Vegetable Garden.
At least one of us is delighted by the committee's decision. He has a spring in his step, because the big hoop house, the thing that sticks up with that 'look at me aren't I cobbled together,' are all of them without exception remarkably unsatisfactory features. It's the plastic, sinister in the night. It's the waiting for the plastic to blow away, then the hell of running around after it. It's the door that inevitably fails. It's the constant fritting around with stones or bits of wood or other band aids to keep the edges snug with the ground. An entire panoply of nurturing activities which mostly have to be accomplished when the air is at its chilliest, the wind at its most obnoxious and possibly snow on the ground. Then during a moment or two of enthusiasm from winter sunshine, there is usually a hatching of some sort. A virulence that in the course of an afternoon can plough though everything, leaving what is politely described as disappointment, which through the short days one needs no more of.