The back yard smells wonderful! It positively reeks! Rot, decay, decomposition, all of those words are very good ones to use when you think of composting. The mixture of broken down orange rinds,potato peelings,cabbage leaves and chicken manure is being turned over again today, and it positively stinks! But it stinks of promise, in the same way that an early morning fart must smell to a constipated man. Something wonderful is in the offing! Very soon we will have another few wheel barrows full of rich black earthy fertility to feed the garden with! In return we can anticipate another year of bounty from the side- dressed rows.
Home grown just can’t be beat! It’s healthier, it’s fresher, its cleaner, it’s cheaper.(Well, maybe not cheaper; that point is relative.) In my case it is relative to my relative, my sweet totally addicted- to- gardening husband!
“Mmm! Spaghetti Squash! It says here in the Stokes’ catalogue that it’s a great substitute for spaghetti.” he proclaims.
“No! Substitute isn’t a promising word.” I think as I remember the miserly cook in the Little Rascals episode who served up Plaster of Paris in water as a substitute for milk to all those poor little orphans.”
“It’s supposed to be just like spaghetti!” he repeats.
“If only it tasted like spaghetti” I think, “but I’m sure it would only taste like spaghetti if a person had a head cold and couldn’t taste at all, and then maybe it would just feel like spaghetti, but taste like nothing at all, so why bother?”
” Why would I eat diet food if I had a head cold anyway?” I ask irritably. “What?” Rolly asks, totally thrown off by my unrelated outburst.
“How about some nice purple cabbage?” Rolly asks. “Do you like pink cole slaw?” I retort, reminding him of the bowlful that sat languishing in the fridge for a week when I tried to up our intake of Power vegetables, after watching a Dr. Oz. episode.
“What about trying haskaps again? The deer really liked them last year. Maybe we can find out what they taste like ripe if we put up a fence around them.Put fence on the Co-op shopping list please… and a bag of bone meal… and a roll of black 15 mil. poly to put between the tomato rows… and some clear 15 mil. and some PVC tubing to make a cover over them too.” “How are you going to water them if you cover them all with plastic?’ I ask… “Put some drip hose on the list too, OK?”
I always get excited at this time of year. We get to eat healthier, fresher, and cleaner. But cheaper? Well, that’s relative, and it’s his hobby, and it keeps him happy. And a happy hubby won’t get chubby if he eats a lot of greens!