Showing posts with label acorn squash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acorn squash. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Garden Grocery

Olga doesn't feel lonely for long this time of year because she has frequent visitors.
Eleven young chickens peck around all day, attacking insect pests and occasionally, young seedlings, which I try to overlook because I think generally they're doing a good job, especially on the Mexican bean beetles.  We're fattening a few rabbits, too, the worst of the pests.  A few humans show up quite often, because the garden's in full production now and if all goes well, will supply our table with fresh groceries until October or November.

Of course, she has cohabitants, from towering sunflowers to prone garlics.  The garlic has been gradually saying goodbye.

The sunflowers want to stay around a while.  Their seed pattern reminds me of running with John Zerger, a mathematician, who in turn reminded me of Fibonacci from a college mathematics class, maybe group theory.
You might notice two series of curves, one winding one way, the other winding the other way.  As I recall, the number of spirals going each way is different -- typically 34 and 55, 55 and 89, or 89 and 144 -- part of the Fibonacci sequence -- 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144.... (notice that each number is the sum of the two preceding numbers).

"Whoopee!" says Virginia, "and why is that?"

I understand it's the most efficient way of filling the space, but we'll leave the proof of that to someone else some other day.

My sister might be envious of this row of vegetables.
Kohlrabi

This year, for fun, I planted some spaghetti squash.
 "I guess you planted this next guy for the squirrels?" says Virginia. 
Yes, for the giant squirrels that live in the manor, this vies with butternut as their favorite squash.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Fava Me, Will Ya?

For some reason, I think we may be having cabbage and fava beans for dinner.

Here's Karen, the decapitator, and...
the anatomy of the interior, a/k/a the cabbage tree of life.
Here's the decorative supplement...
shelled, but still in its "pajamas."
"Aren't you going to provide a recipe?" says Virginia.

Maybe some other day.  To be honest, we're virgins so far as fava beans go.

Of course our garden doesn't make promises, but it looks promising.

The chickens think the wheat is ready to harvest.  See the brown chick on the left?  He's hard to see even if you click on the photo.
These are Cylindra beets -- long and cylindrical.
I think I'll pick this guy tomorrow.
As you can tell, I took one of these off the shelf.
"Tell me another one," says Virginia.

Okay, okay.  I ate the other two, too.

I hope the squirrels don't get this acorn squash before it's ready this fall.
 Any time we want, we have potatoes, onions...
and fried green tomatoes.
I'm about ready to pull these blooming peas out and replace them with corn and sweet potatoes.
Actually it's a purple larkspur among Wando peas. Now I've got to figure out how to pull up the peas and leave the larkspurs.