I spent some time in the garden at the folks' place today. I pulled the last of the carrots, found a squash we had missed earlier in the season, and did some major cleanup. The best part of the day, though, was realising that a good portion of our free raspberry canes are fall producers. Those things were loaded down with berries, and (miraculously) the birds had left them alone! Little Sprout stood at the edge of the berry patch, shoving the red little morsels into her mouth as fast as she could with both hands.
When I got home, I spent some time cleaning up the veggie patch here. I am not done (either place) with the fall cleanup, but I did make some significant progress. I keep telling myself (like all gardeners, every year) that next year will be the year that I have the perfect garden. It will be weed free, I will succession plant (no easy task in MN), I will take care of all the produce in a timely manner and not have to buy veggies all summer. I will make salsa. I will can, and freeze, and dehydrate. My family will eat home-grown, organic veggies all year.
Funny thing is, my Dad has more years in at this gardening thing than I do, and he still falls for it, too. Aren't we silly? We talked about what we are wanting to plant, about how we are going to manage the garden chores, about the plans we have for trellises and harvests. I showed him the charts I made for crop rotation, and the tentative plan for next year. He approves.
Yeah, silly us.
Anyway, I am hoping to get out into the yard again early tomorrow. I want to finish the veggie beds, mix in the compost, and get started on cleaning up the flower beds. If I am lucky, soon I will be able to get the daylilies out of the front beds (nasty MN ditch lilies) and replace them with my irises. Oh, and I have tulips, crocus and daffys to plant, too. Not to mention that I have to get the lawn mowed and the leaves mulched and in the compost bin.... but not before I get the finished stuff out and in the veggie beds. I would also like to get a few areas of the yard that Mr. Barefoot is allowing me to turn into flower beds at least partially prepped for spring.
I am not hoping for a lot, or anything. Ya know?