*cough* One little complaint I have though is the perpetuation that organic foods are some how healthier, aka more nutritious, than other foods. They're not. The same amount of vitamins, minerals, fiber, etc. are in both types. Organic is less damaging to the environment, it does not mean more healthful. [/end rant] (You can read these rants I wrote a few years ago about this very topic here.)
Yesterday I put in my green beans and a veggie that I am so excited to try and grow, Chinese long beans. Dude, they get well over a foot long. \o/ We actually eat more of them in our house than traditional Western green beans. (Some shrimp paste, fish sauce, fresh ginger, Rooster chili sauce sauteed with them beans? Heaven. Esp. if you sprinkle dried shrimp over the finished product.)
- Peas (snap)
- Peas (English bush) <-- makes me want to make a dirty joke because I'm broken inside
- Tomatoes (Roma)
- Tomatoes (Cherokee painted - heirloom)
- Tomatoes (grape)
- Bell Pepper (red)
- Bell Pepper (orange)
- Onions (1015, mmmmmmm)
- Taters (we're the most excited about these)
- Swiss Chard
- Lettuce (Bennie Simpson)
- Zucchini (I cannot wait to roast the flowers stuffed with ricotta and oregano, in a little puddle of homemade marinara)
- Green Beans (pole)
- Long Beans (I have no idea, we'll find out as we go, wheee!)
This does not include the peach tree, the grape vines (I have NO idea where they came from!) and hopefully a soon to be planted fig tree. Mmmm, figs.
I still have jalapeños to put in, and probably a few more tomatoes, because you can never have enough tomatoes. And here's the thing: all of this is just tucked in amongst the flowers. I don't have raised beds or dedicated plots for this, because I can't with my HOA. Also, when you tuck your veggies among flowers, you increase the chance of bees going to town with the pollinating, which means higher yields.
I spent a goodly portion of this past weekend (on my vacation, I know, I'm dork city) talking with an old friend (2nd picture!!!) about how the real dream is to have acreage because I want to grow my own wheat and grind it. You can take the girl out of the apocalypse-preparedness cult, but you can't take the apocalypse-preparedness cult out of the girl...
And we did talk also about what to do when the zombies rise up because he's a smart guy and knows it's coming. *taps temple* You have to think about this stuff, you guys, or they will eat your brains and then where will you be?
Last thing related to nothing, but it made me laugh and laugh. I've been on a Golden Girls kick, because I <3 Sophia. Funniest Sophia line I heard in a while, "Advice for you young girls: Wear half as much makeup and twice as much underwear." And it's STILL TRUE. Ahahahaha. "PIcture it: Sicily, 1922!" I'm going to sit outside with my coffee and watch the bees on my bluebonnets now. YAY SPRING!
I'm a spazz. Sue me. Wait, don't, because that would suck. Also, that's a terrible waste of the court's time. So I found this gorgeous icon on kushi_icons site and it immediately made me happy and immediately made me sad. 16 years ago I moved out West to live among My People (turned out? not so much my people after all) but I lived in the mountains for years and I miss them so much. This is where I met the BFF and we practically lived in Zion's National Park. We'd go hiking along the river, find a cliff, strip off our sweaty, dusty togs, and go jumping in. We'd float down the river otter style, our feet out in front of us, bouncing off the rocks. (Better than your head, right?)
In the summer during college I worked in the Tetons National Park, just a short hike from Hidden Falls. Moving water is what I'm talking about. Mossy boulders that fell from thousands of feet up, now partly covered with pines and scrub brush, little eddies with a leaf swirling at the base, the feel of bare feet gripping the lichens that take hundreds of years to form a proper colony... I mentioned that I live in Texas, right? We have that stuff, just not where I live. And nothing like the mountains of Wyoming or Utah. (And as a child we spent a goodly portion of our summers in those mountains at my Grandma's.)
There's a part of me that almost resents growing up. I can play with my children (Emily and I made worm hotels yesterday) but there's nothing like being a child, walking into the woods, and spending hours making little people out of sticks and leaves, building mossy-roofed stone houses for them, and imagining trolls and fairies and all sorts of things living in those woods. I spent almost all of my childhood in my head, mostly because what was happening around me was so unpleasant. (Yes, Pan's Labyrinth did a number on me because YES. I identify a lot with that concept.)
I want The Dark Crystal to be real. I want to finally go visit dovil and see the hobbits that caper about the New Zealand mountains like sheep. (Wait, those are just sheep, aren't they? Har. EH, we'll drink until they look like hobbits, knowing us.) When my dog barks at random places in the house, I want to believe that there is a whole colony of Fraggles in a hidden rocky cave with an entrance in my pantry.
*SIGH* Spring gets me wistful. And so... I garden. I'll just spend the afternoon imagining pill bugs are little tanks for weetiny creatures, I guess.