June In My Kitchen Garden.

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Being a spoiled Northern Californian, I panicked with heavy late May and June rain.  I started pining for the droughts.  At least I know how to garden during the droughts.”What do you mean we have two inches of rain? I … Continue reading

La Niña


La Niña is this year’s weather pattern from the Pacific.  Usually not much rain, so it gets colder in the mornings.  But for some reason, this Niña, brought a lot of rain.

A forgotten artichoke

Olive Tree filled with olives

I could have been useful and done something with the olives. The process is complex and it involves lye, I get scared of things like lye.  Next year.


Frosted Oregano

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Frosted Parsley

The parsley is gorgeous this year.  I finally found the right bed.  I hate buying parsley.  Winter Greek and Arabic food, uses loads of parsley.

Bay Leaf and thyme

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.  They all thrive in the winter California garden.

 

Garden gnome doing his work.

Unlike the gnome, I dropped the ball, no cabbages this year, but we did get some greens and broccoli.  The garlic is not planted yet, but I have time.  December was way too wet.

When A Friend Sends A Poem


 

 

From Boston, my friend sent me a poem,  she thought I might like it.  She did not know, that I needed it today.  I lost a dear friend and comrade in so many struggles.  His life ended, but his fight and his spirit will continue in all the work the rest of us will continue.

I wish you peace my friend.  You will always be in so many hearts, minds and souls in San Francisco.  .  Thank you.

 

As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods

by Walt Whitman

As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods,
To the music of rustling leaves kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,)
I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all I could understand,)
The halt of a midday hour, when up! no time to lose–yet this sign left,
On a tablet scrawl’d and nail’d on the tree by the grave,
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.

Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering,
Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life,
Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in the crowded street,
Comes before me the unknown soldier’s grave, come the inscription rude in Virginia’s woods.
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.

Contraction


Fall has a strange pattern in Northern California. It is fall, it’s just not what most Northern Hemispheriacs think fall is.  The heat comes just as the days contract.  As the hours of sunlight decrease, the power of the sun increases.  Fashions and cultural patterns are confounded by this odd fall.  Rain is still on holiday till about October.  Maybe a sprinkle, but no rain.  You can still plan an outdoor wedding, or birthday party till November.

This year  cool July and August hampered our gardening.  Our tomatoes are green.  Some have pulled out their plants in anger.  I spared mine and they are giving me a nice  daily crop.  My heirlooms are still green, but I am hoping that they start soaking up the heat of September, October heirloom salads.  A mistake, San Marzanos, the Sicilian tomatoes great for sauce, I should have known better, are still green.  In Sicily by now they are sauce.  A friend suggested that we paint the green tomatoes and use them as Christmas tree decorations..

Just as the summer garden contracts, the olives find their stride.  The pomegranates and the late figs are on their way.

Our rainy spring blessed our fruit trees.  Plenty of peaches, cherries, apples, Asian pears and some strange combination peach plum fruit.

With no cold cellars or cold days, impossible to store these gorgeous apples, the real tarte tatin apple.  Maybe I shall freeze them.  My apple jelly attempts, were rather sad.  My mother could make a fruit jelly in a blink, all my fancy thermometers and techniques failed me.  I will try again, I know that it takes many tries to get the hang of making jelly.  Apple jelly had medicinal qualities for my mother, apple jelly on bread when you were ill was the most comforting of comforts.  But, now that I practiced, maybe I can make quince jelly, the queen of jellies.

This is the peach/plum fruit thing.  I made jam from the rather meager crop of last year, it was wonderful.  After giving a few buckets to the neighbors, I think freezing and keeping them for small treats in the winter is the trick.

As the days and the season contracts, the abundance of the harvest is overwhelming.  This is the second season with this garden, and the fruit trees are a blessing and a challenge.  We eat more than our share of fruits daily, but storage and distribution is a skill that I do not poses yet.  Next season, I will apply my lessons from this.