Weeds, Peas, and other Happenings
They say that kids grow like weeds, and certainly mine are these days.
Growing in height.
Growing in knowledge.
Growing in confidence.
And growing, exponentially, in sass.
But for all that I don’t think they grow nearly anywhere as fast as the actual weeds!
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I don’t know why June is such a month for weed growth. It probably has something to do with the warmer temperatures (usually in the high 60s and low 70s) during the day. Warm enough to make the unwanted things grow gigantic and unchecked, but not warm enough to speed the growth of corn or beans. Typical of the coast.
I’ve been spending at least a couple of hours every day pulling weeds. I like to do it the hard way: on my hands and knees in the dirt, pulling up the damn things individually by their roots.
It’s so much more labor-intensive and time consuming than using a hoe, but I have this idea in my head that if I keep doing it, and then I properly put everything to bed in the fall with a thick covering of cardboard and compost and mulch and wood chips, then at some point the majority of these weeds will disappear.
Plus, the time alone amongst the rows doing mindless and repetitive work actually appeals to me. I am one of those people who needs periods of silence to reboot themselves, and it happens that weeding is perfect for that.
The end of June typically also marks the end of my cool weather crops.
Most of the brassicas have bolted. The kohlrabi is the only one of that family not yet giving up the ghost, and we are eating a lot of them for dinner, trying not to let them go to waste. I might take what’s left and freeze it. It’s a surprisingly versatile vegetable and I’m looking forward to using it in lots of dishes this winter.
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The spring-planted lettuce is still growing well, too. We’ve only had a couple of bolters so far, and the ducks appreciated those.
Even so, I’ve picked almost all of it. I have two of these Strawberry Cabbage lettuce (or Sanguine Ameliore if you’re feeling fancy) heads left.
Aren’t they beautiful? Almost too beautiful to eat, except that they taste even better than they look!
And oh! The peas!
If ever there were a contender for my favorite crop to grow it would be sugar snap and shelling peas. There is no more satisfying summer feeling to me than an evening spent picking a basket full of pea pods so plump they’re almost bursting, then sitting down with Jasper and a glass of something cold and refreshing, and shelling them.
And also eating them, of course.
We’ve already picked, shelled and frozen a little more than 2 gallons of peas, and we’re not even close to being done! We might actually meet our goal of putting away enough to last us until next year. Wouldn’t that be amazing?!
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Una likes to help us while we pick, and by “helping us” I mean she likes to nibble on low-hanging pods while we’re not looking.
She’ll be 15 this year, and looking it more and more every day. A time for decisions regarding this old girl is fast coming upon us, but for now we enjoy the peas together, and these long twilight evenings out amongst the rows while the swallows dart and dive.
And truth be told, I even enjoy the presence all those weeds; it’s all part and parcel of summer.