Success! Here is one my lumpy balls of homemade mozzarella, I can't tell you how excited I am by these little balls of goo lining my counter. I made cheese from local milk, garnished with basil from the garden, all by myself. Hoorah for cheese!
Hi. Remember me? Unfortunately this is going to primarily be a photo essay rather than a well thought out, eloquent post. Friday was my birthday and I spent the day working in my modest garden. Our growing season is short, but energetic and I am anxious to make the most of it. I can hardly imagine a better start to my the first day of my thirty-first year than standing barefoot in my garden boxes, warm soil between my toes and a welcome soreness between my shoulders from shoveling and hoeing. There is a small, seasonal pond next to my beds and all the birds came down over the course of my working to drink from it. Would it be wrong to continue putting water there simply for the company? I am making an effort this summer to eat entirely from my garden, the farmer's market and local food producers, so I am consumed by quantities, visions of veggies in my head. For the past several years I have supported a local CSA and received my vegetables, but this year it will be my own hard work. I even tried to make mozzarella cheese on Friday night (note the word "tried"). Enjoy these photos of the creation of my garden, my backyard supermarket.
the beginning, just a bit of bare ground back in April after the snow melted
lying out the wood for my beds, this is entirely reclaimed wood that I got free
Built! Now it is time to hoe.
I bought a truck load of local peat/sand mix and then mixed with it with compost made from hay and droppings from my dearly departed chickens that had a year to age and break down.
Here is what I did on Friday morning, double dig my beds and plant my garden. I only planted the cold hardy stuff, we could easily still get another frost. I have another couple beds closer to the house and I still need to put in my potatoes.