The Wonder That Is Garlic Scapes

Every year at the beginning of farmer’s market season, I get increasingly anxious waiting for garlic scapes to show up.  Scape season is really, really short, and they’re never really what you might call abundant.  Usually one or two vendors at any given market will have maybe a dozen or so tiny bundles.  If it’s a really good year, those vendors might have them available for two weeks.  Maybe.

This year, though, I have garlic in my garden.  I was actually on the ball and planted last October.  Now, half of one of my 4′ x 4′ raised beds is full of huge, beautiful garlic stalks.  I was starting to get really nervous that I’d been overconfident thinking I didn’t need to go on my desperate search for garlic scapes this year, because my garlic didn’t seem to be producing any.  I’d nearly given up hope, and then after a few days so busy I had no time to do anything but turn on the drip lines to water (because my timer has dead batteries, and I’ve been too busy to get more), I went out this morning and there they were!

Scapes!

Scapes!

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Drip Irrigation and Beneficial Fauna

One of the things I struggle with as a gardener is allowing beneficial insects and arachnids to share the garden, even though I’m afraid of them. We’ve got a reasonable population of little black spiders (I can never remember what they’re called) that are stalking hunters rather than web builders. I’ve watched one stalk and then drag off a daddy longlegs that was at least 3 times her size last summer.  That’s a serious little hunter.  Today, while clearing out a patch of weeds that had grown around our water spout so I could get the drip lines going again, I spotted one that looks like the same species, only the damn thing is roughly the size of a walnut. I’ve never seen one anywhere near that big before. Do we have tarantulas in Portland? It might have been a small tarantula. Continue reading

Straw Bale Gardening – An Introduction

An important thing to know about me is that I am a fundamentally lazy person.  I’ll put a huge amount of effort into things that are fun, not so much things that are not fun.  My gardens in the past have been full of weeds, because I hate weeding.  I have, on multiple occasions, bribed someone to till my garden plot for me because that’s hard work.  Lucky for me, there are people willing to be bribed with baked goods.

So, when I found out about straw bale gardening, it was a revelation.  Our current home is on a lot that seems to be almost entirely heavy clay.  Previous tenants had removed the grass in a big chunk of the back yard, maybe for a garden, then covered the whole thing with plastic and that hideous “decorative” bark.  I assume this was done after they figured out that really, nothing but weeds will grow in the patch they chose for the garden.  I put in a huge amount of work to get that patch plantable again the first summer we lived here, and quickly learned the same lesson.  Not much wants to grow in heavy clay, and I lack the time, money, and energy to do the huge amount of amending that clay needs to actually be good for growing anything.

For planting season #2 in our house, I built a couple of small, shallow raised beds from kits I got at the home improvement store.  My two little 4×4 raised beds did kind of okay, but I didn’t get much of a harvest.  They were only a few inches deep, and the plants all eventually grew roots long enough to find that heavy clay that’s only a couple of inches down from ground level.

The first year I tried straw bales, I bought four and just plopped them right on top of the existing, nearly useless raised beds.  I figured if it worked at all, at least I wouldn’t be killing my back and knees by kneeling on the ground all the time.

before conditioning

Once the bales were in place, they needed conditioning.  Honestly, hauling the bales and then conditioning them is by far the most labor intensive part of straw bale gardening. Continue reading