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Monday, October 18, 2010

Harvest Monday

OK, so no blogging for a few weeks, but for good reason. In a very short period of time I have lost my job, had my husband come home from a seven month deployment, lost my my papaw, gone on vacation and sent my husband off to school in virginia for another month.

That said I have also spent a lot of time in the garden mostly reflecting on all of these events, but also really digging in to the beginnings of what will hopefully be an epic fall/winter garden as well as a major renovation of the side garden. It's a funny thing though. I have always known that I had gardening in my blood. My mom's father, grandaddy Bill, used to bring us a watermelon that he had grown every summer or two. The plot he used to garden on was right behind the garage he used to own and run, and you could see the garden from the Mayport Rd overpass. I can remember now sub-conciousley keeping track of it's progress and decline over the years. I can't help now but wonder from my own experience if that one watermelon was all he may have had to show for all of his efforts. Melons are indeed a fussy crop here in north Florida and it may have been one of the few ways he really knew how to show us his love.
My papaw was a far more simpler gardener. He used the grow bag method. He would take a bag of compost and lay it in a sunny spot, drive a tomato tower through it, rip a hole in the top of the bag and bury his transplant in the compost. All spring and summer there would be dozens of plump, ripe, homegrown tomatoes lining the window sill behind the living room sofa at his house. He stopped gardening about ten years ago as his health began to decline, but he never lost his discerning taste for a good tomato. At family dinners he would often find some excuse to go into the kitchen and on his way in and out he would steal a cherry tomato (or two or three) and pop them in his mouth like a jelly bean. About two months ago when he was in the hospital recovering from hip surgery, they brought his dinner to the room. He immediately snatched up the cherry tomato from his salad and popped it into his mouth. He also immediately spit it back out. I guess it wasn't homegrown.

This weeks harvest:

A few large eggplants in my new handmade Beekman 1802 garden hod, and some amazing ginger bulbs. The bulbs are full of an amazing smelling essence. So intoxicating!

5 comments:

  1. It sounds like you have been through a tremendous amount of change this year. It's a good thing that the garden is there as a place of calm in all of it. The egg plants and ginger bulbs are beautiful.

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  2. The garden is always my haven from the insanity that happens around me. It sounds like your life has been very chaotic recently. I hope the smell of ginger gives you comfort.

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  3. I'm sorry to hear about the loss part of the changes in your life. I hope things get better for you soon. Thanks for sharing the beautiful memories of your papaw. Your eggplants look delicious and I wish I could smell those ginger bulbs - I've never seen them in person before.

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  4. Your harvest is beautiful as well as your hod. I am now coveting it. Thought I had kicked the hod jones, but now its back.

    I am so sorry to hear of your loss. And thank you for sharing your memories. I can feel them clearly and I thank you for letting me meet him. His legacy lives on in you.

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  5. love that we have happened upon your garden and how it's been nourished through the years - what a wonderful legacy you share with pawpaw and grandaddy bill. we've perused your entire blog ( being new to the site) and are struck by your wonderful images and the bounty of your harvests in a very challenging location. N Florida is not especially forgiving and generous to vegetable gardeners. your love for your avocation is evident and we are grateful to have found you. psi

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