Friday September 21st 2012
Food stocks are good. And as a result the
committee has decided to put aside the more ambitious plan to hoop house
what looked to me like an acre or two, which would be used for early and
late season planting. Or to give it another perspective there are
enough Beans, Eggplant and other such characters, put aside to outlast
the siege of this coming winter, and maybe the winter of two thousand
thirteen / fourteen. Next year though, when it becomes hot
again, we'll use shade cloth suspended over rows, so that air, birds and
the special might visit, but high sun kept at bay. It was this
technique that permitted a Cucumber plant to continue producing on into
late August. Which itself was gratifying, even if by late July a
person generally is happier if he never sees a Cucumber again.
It's these shade cloth constructions, which are low and manageable, that
will for this winter be modified to accommodate a more genteel
suggestion of winter activity in the Vegetable Garden.
At least one of us is
delighted by the committee's decision. He has a spring in his step, because
the big hoop house, the thing that sticks up with that 'look at me
aren't I cobbled together,' are all of them without exception remarkably
unsatisfactory features. It's the plastic, sinister in the night.
It's the waiting for the plastic to blow away, then the hell of running
around after it. It's the door that inevitably fails. It's the
constant fritting around with stones or bits of wood or other band
aids to keep the edges snug with the ground. An entire panoply of
nurturing activities which mostly have to be accomplished when the air is at
its chilliest, the wind at its most obnoxious and possibly snow on the
ground. Then during a moment or two of enthusiasm from winter
sunshine, there is usually a hatching of some sort. A virulence that
in the course of an afternoon can plough though everything, leaving what is
politely described as disappointment, which through the short days one needs
no more of.