So many people have contributed to the success of my new garden that I hardly feel like I can say it's MY garden. I'm lying on the sofa with the baby, watching my laborers do all the hard stuff. After the backbreaking garden installation by my loving folks and subsequent cultivation by Grandpapa Tom, planting continues this week with the help of Auntie Dearest Claire. We nearly finished one of the five beds, seeding parsnips, Oasis turnips, Black Tuscan kale, mustard greens and Champion collards. Nantes carrots went into the second bed, and Cincinnati Market radishes went into the fourth bed, along with Golden, Chioggia and Bull's Blood beets. Tasty! ADC may have also planted some Hot Biscuits amaranth, which I'm totally excited for.
We threw in some helpers in the form of anise hyssop and bienen freund, AKA bee's friend. This will be a nice way to get more hot indigo action into the garden for the bees. Those little guys go nuts for blue flowers.
Now it just needs to warm up so I can plant my damn tomatoes. They're loving their new home in the mudroom, and are all about 3 feet tall in their gallon pots. I'm scared I'm going to break their little necks when I plant them. How the hecky darns do you bury a three-foot tomato?
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