Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The Pioneer Vegetable Garden



I planned on writing about my spring vegetable garden. Unfortunately neither my garden plot nor the weather cooperated. And to be honest, the main problem was my ignorance.

My garden was supposed to look like the first photo at this point. Instead, this is what it looks like. Fortunately, I don’t have to depend on my garden to survive, unlike the settlers of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.


Settlers traveling west depended on their gardens for eighty percent of the family’s food, but also for medicine, fragrances, dyes, and flavor-enhancing herbs. With so much on the line, nothing was left to chance except the weather.

Responsibility for the kitchen garden fell to the women of the family, their knowledge acquired from their own mothers and grandmothers, their skill honed by working in the garden from earliest childhood.

They didn’t have the variety of produce we can find in the grocers of today, but their produce was extensive, including apples, beans, beets, berries, cabbages, carrots, corn, lettuce, onions, peas, peppers, potatoes (white and sweet), pumpkins, sage, squashes, turnips, and wintergreen. That’s a more balanced diet than mine.


With nothing more than the Old Farmer’s Almanac to guide her, the housewife staked out her garden as soon as the house was built. The site had to be either completely flat or slightly raised to encourage drain-off. The space allocated for the garden had to have plenty of sunlight but be as close to the kitchen as possible and handy to the chicken coop too, because chicken manure was a favorite fertilizer, and the remains of harvested vegetables were thrown to the chickens.

Often the garden was enclosed with a fence of spikes to keep rabbits and other pests out.

America’s earliest settlers used the Indian method called the Three Sisters Garden. A dead fish or eel was planted at the bottom of a circle of raised earth. Corn was planted in the center of this mound and surrounded by pole bean seeds. Next squash was planted around them. The beans provided nitrogen needed by the corn, the corn provided the trellis to support the beans, and the squash served as a mulch, preventing weeds from germinating.

Obviously, the Indian methods limited vegetable variety, and settlers soon moved to the European method—placement of plants was dictated by fragrance. Sweet smelling herbs and flowers were planted just under the kitchen windows. Strong smelling plants like cabbage, onion and chives were planted as far away as possible.

Perennials were planted together so their roots wouldn’t be disturbed when crops were harvested. Parsnips and carrots grew together, while radishes, lettuce, and onions were grouped, so they could be easily reached for daily harvesting.


The main thing these settlers did that I neglected was planning—from plot preparation to harvest and beyond. Seeds were expensive, and every one was saved and preserved for planting the next season. All scraps not fed to animals went into the compost pile. There was no waste—ever. The harvest was preserved by canning or drying. Here’s an interesting tidbit about fruit drying I didn’t know before. The western settlers would dry their apples, covered in cheesecloth, on the roof. My research didn’t say how they kept birds from pecking through the cheesecloth. But the next time I read about those dried apple pies in historical romances, I’m going to wonder if they dried their apples on the roof.


I can forget my plans for an early spring garden, but I’ve learned enough to prepare my garden for the summer. Maybe I can gather a basket of fresh veggies like this later. How about you? Do you plan a vegetable garden this year?

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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Perennials

Perennials 
by Julie Cantrell

This is the story of a girl who lost herself. It's a story about sisters. It's a story about parents. And it's a story about flowers that always come back. I love how Cantrell uses the metaphor of flowers throughout this novel. There is so much to learn from the flowers and there is so much about God's creation that is not only beautiful, but mind-blowing when you realize the object lessons He included in almost everything He made.

The father in this story is full of wisdom, and he likes to share that wisdom with his adult daughters, whether they like it or not. There is love lost, hope lost, and time lost, yet there is an wonderful undercurrent of hope.

For the experienced gardener, there is much detail to love in this novel. For those without a green thumb? You'll still love it. One detail in particular that I must share - the daughter who gets sort of lost runs from the lush land of Mississippi, to the Arizona desert, where almost nothing grows. When she returns to her childhood home, her senses are overwhelmed by everything that is growing everywhere. The scents, the sights, the blooms. I love this dichotomy, and you will love how the author uses the setting as a character.

Do you like to garden? Do you prefer to observe nature from a distance? Leave us a comment to get your name in the drawing for The Healer's Touch by Amber Schamel! Giveaway ends 2/11/18. Winner will be announced in the February 12th edition of the weekly windup.

Jennifer Fromke writes from North Carolina and can be found at jenniferfromke.com or shetalksbook.com