This morning I was up at 6 and out in the garden shortly thereafter. It has been hot here. In the 90s. And the plants need water. They need serious water. Last night I was a frustrated mom, unable to water my garden deeply due to my screaming one year old. So I laid her down and set my alarm for six. Oh how beautiful the world is then. So quiet, so peaceful. The air is so lovely.
The garlic bed is sad. More on that later, but I harvested one very sad and ready row of garlic this morning and hung the stalks and bulbs on the garlic gate to dry. I also gave the bed a good mulching with chicken dirt.
Then I harvested greens in the main garden. It is said that the best time of day for harvesting greens is in the morning while it’s still cool. So I did. And they did not wilt.
I cut back the swiss chard that had gotten burned by the sun and fed it to the chickens. Then I returned to my waking husband and baby and made breakfast. I felt refreshed and renewed.
Many garden greens. My drank up coffee and my trusty garden scissors.
Here you can see the garlic hanging on the gate.
Up close and personal in the garlic bed. You can see it is interplanted with peas and kale.
The lovely ladies, feasting on some weeds from the garlic bed.
Fresh baby stalks of celery. The celery’s doing great by the way. It’s one experiment that worked out well.
Here is what the mighty swiss chard looks like after having all it’s heat hurt leaves removed. Sad really, but we will feast on salad today. And the chickens got a nice helping too.
My sweet little garden tool bench. Using what we have. This cement block was left here by the last tenants and we just converted it to suit our needs.