Sunday 31 August 2014

Trouble with Tomatoes

This summer's unusual weather patterns continued through August, although it finally warmed up. We have had some very hot weeks with no rain and then heavy rain for days running. I have not had to water much, but the weeds were rampant and my time to deal with them was more restricted than usual. In addition to taking a longer than usual summer vacation (two whole weeks!), I came back home to a job offer from Vanier College, teaching in the special care counselling program. Very exciting! However, my gardening time has been curtailed significantly as I am busy trying to get myself one step ahead of my students. In theory, I am working part-time, and if I had been working for several years teaching the same material and familiar with the workings of the College, I just might have been working part-time. Currently, I am just being paid part time.

Usually, in my recent but limited gardening experience, I have been flooded by tomatoes by late July, however this years weather patterns resulted in late tomatoes. They flowered late, produced tomatoes late and took a very long time to ripen. This past week we had some very unseasonable hot, sunny weather which made teaching very uncomfortable (the air conditioning system was broken in the part of my building where I had class), but the tomatoes have finally started to turn red.

This year, I did a lot of experimentation. I started a new plot which had less direct sunlight than other parts of the garden. The sunflowers I planted there bloomed three weeks later than those on the other side of the garden, which ended up being a nice touch. The tomatoes plants behind them along the fence, however, are small and have few tomatoes which are slow to ripen. I rotated away from what were my best spots for tomatoes in previous years, and tried growing in hay bales. I had some serious complications later in the season. In one patch, I set up a cage around the plants. I had initially intended only to use one of the bales for tomatoes, but I had a lot of leftover plants with no where to put them. I stuck a few in the other bales without a cage, and staked them up instead. I did not have long enough thin bamboo stakes to go into the ground beneath the bales, but the bales were fairly tight, so I stuck the stakes and the cages into the bales and they appeared to be pretty stable.  Unexpectedly, the effect of heavy rain and growing on the bales lead to prolific leaf growth and very heavy, strong branches. By mid-August, following a weekend of non-stop rain, the haybales where I had the caged tomatoes started to come apart and the cage listed to one side. At some point in July, wasps found their way into a crack in the haybale which had opened with the rain, and by the time I got back from vacation, I noticed a constant coming and going of large numbers of wasps under the tomatoes. I planted some potatoes directly into the hay behind the tomatoes, and harvesting by shoving my hands into hay infested with wasps was not very appealing. I am leaving those potatoes to keep growing until later in the fall. I tried to straighten and reposition the cage, which really annoyed the wasps. I did my best, but it has continued to rain heavily at times, and the cage is flopping precariously, thankfully in the direction away from the entrance to the wasp nest. The foliage is very heavy, and it is hard to see the tomatoes. I got a lecture from Iulia that I should have nipped off the suckers, which I have not needed to do in past years, but may have been helpful this year.

The tomatoes which I staked also had their challenges. The hay kept the humidity high and nourished the plants very well, but eventually broke down too much to be a stable base for the stakes. The branches thickened and became hard to stake up over time, probably because I waited too long to tie them up again. I tried running a string from stake to stake to hold the branches up but the plants got too big and the stakes and strings started collapsing over. Josh suggested I put empty buckets along the side of the bales and put chicken wire frames horizontally along them to support the branches. It is not an ideal solution, but it prevents the tomatoes from dragging along the wet surface of the bale and going rotten or feeding the slugs.

Yes, this has been the best year ever for snails and slugs. I used more slug be gone than ever before, but the population is rebounding again and I have to get some more. They have a great fondness for Swiss chard and burgundy beans apparently. It has also been ideal conditions for bacteria growth, and my first tomatoes were heavily affected. I had to wait until there were a few consecutive days of sun to spray with hydrogen peroxide in order for it to be effective, but I did manage to stop the damage, and this week's harvest looked pretty good even if it is still paltry. There are tons of unripe tomatoes, so as long as the weather stays warm and sunny, this year will not be a total write off.

There is no question that the haybales had an effect on the tomato plants. So far, it seems like they have a lot more tomatoes than those grown in earth, but it is hard to tell with all the foliage. I am worried about missing tomatoes as they are much harder to see. Also, I am not tracking scientifically. I will definitely need to work on my support systems for next time to prevent the collapsing haybale jungle effect.

Lettuce and greens and beans were prolific. I am still selectively harvesting the same batch of lettuce (spring mix) since the beginning of spring, and only one plant has gone to seed. I ate beans daily for several weeks, and have left the rest to go for seed and soups, partly because they grew too high for me to reach. I had some powdery fungus or something which grew on the bee balm and seems to have spread to the peas and the phlox. Claude is coming later today, I will ask him about it. The onions are pretty small, so I harvested only half and I am leaving the rest to try for bigger next year. We have eaten some of the baby potatoes (the ones not near the wasp nest), onions, garlic, chard, herbs, celery, carrots and tomatoes. Not huge quantities, but enough to complement whatever we are cooking. The soya beans and bok choy never grew this year at all, and the beach peas sprouted and died off early in the season.

Our coyote pee has done a stellar job keeping the squirrels out, they have not touched my sunflowers or tomatoes, though I see them occasionally come off the fence for a few minutes.


The flowers are now active in the front corner of the yard, white echinacea, black-eyed susans, cosmos and morning glories. The small dahlias have yet to flower, but the giant ones are blooming near the house. The backyard sunflowers are a riot of colour, the sunset variety having 10-12 blooms per plant. I have a few giants which are tall but have smallish flowers just starting. The bee balm look pretty ratty, but still attracting bees so I am not touching them. 

Wednesday 6 August 2014

A trip to Jas and Gu's garlic farm

Halfway through our vacation, we took a two day trip north to visit our friends Jasmyn and Gu (and their five kids, their dog,  two cats, three kittens, 7 chickens, 25 chicks, and a few houseguests and neighbours.) I have mentioned them before in the blog as Jasmyn has the greenest thumbs of anyone I know and I know a lot of green thumbs. They are living a three hour drive north from Allan, beyond Mont Laurier in a beautiful rural area. They too are living in a three room house converted from a barn and spend a lot of time outside for obvious reasons. There is a lake with an access point 5 minutes from their house, but the water was fairly cold so I was the only one running to swim for a change. Even I did not last long in the water.


Jas confided to me that she was not a true chicken farmer at heart, and that this year she and Gu decided to make a go growing garlic professionally. They expanded their already huge and diverse garden and this summer were learning techniques for growing and harvesting with the intention to turn most of their harvest into seed stock (clove stock?) for next year and then sell commercially. We arrived in the middle of the garlic harvest, and in between entertaining and catching up with various kids, I eagerly soaked up as much as I could about how to grow garlic that is easily 5 times the size of what I
just harvested the previous week 200 kilometers further south (which is quite a feat!). Unlike me, who asked my mother in law when to plant and which end goes up, Jas and Gu spent the winter reading up on garlic growing and consulting with a friend in the area who has been growing for some thirty years. I also have been growing exclusively for eating, not having enough space to grow surplus for planting, and it turns out that how you harvest and store for planting is different from how I do it for eating purposes.
My technique for raising garlic, if you can call it a technique, is to stick the cloves in the ground 6 inches apart with the part that sends up a green shoot facing up, late October/early November, and cover the area with hay. Once the plants have sent up a flower shoot (a "scape"), I wait until it has made a full circle and cut them off. I then wait about a month more, when the leaves are going yellow, and rip them out of the ground occasionally tearing the plant off the bulb. I root around with a handspade often damaging the bulb to get out the ones that got away, and some are left behind to pop up surprise garlic clusters the next spring. I tie them upside down
and hang them to dry for a few weeks in my bike shed
and then they are ready to eat or store in a cool place for later.

So here is what I have learned. According to Gu, pulling the plant up by the leaves can bruise the bulb and affect the next generation you grow from the cloves, so he does not use my brute strength method (I kid you not, after yanking 250 heads in a few hours, your shoulders hurt). First, he inspects the garlic for spots on the leaves, because this seems to signal a fungus in the plant which can destroy the bulb if left to mature fully.
The garlic is still edible, but will deteriorate if left in the ground, and is best not used for planting. Then he counts the number of leaves on the plant, and the proportion that has started to turn yellow. If it has 4 leaves he picks them, and if it has 5 leaves, he waits until more than half are turning yellow. More than 5 leaves indicates it is not ready. The plant loses leaves as it gets mature, so one with 4 has already lost some. He uses what I believe is called a Hula-ho (or stirrup ho, either one being pretty suggestive of something it is not!) to dig under and lift the garlic out without breaking or damaging it. This nifty
device is also great for weeding without needing to bend over. I want one!!

I am getting ahead of myself, however. They start off by putting bone meal under each clove they plant on raised beds with good drainage and no weeds. Jas's consultant friend warned her that planting small cloves resulted in small garlic heads, but she tried adding extra bone meal when the cloves were smaller and got amazing results.
She also has a few chickens wandering loose in the garden at any point in time which keeps the fertilizer replenished.  I may have a hard time reproducing the chicken factor, but I am definitely looking into bone meal for this autumn planting. This year we tried fish emulsion, liquid sea weed fertilizer and epsom salts for extra magnesium, but no bones.

So rather than picking all at once like I do, they are selectively picking the ripest ones over a period of time, letting the smaller ones keep growing. We laid them out on shade cloth to dry and at the end of the day, we tied them in bundles of 7, wrapping the cord
up the stem to keep them upright when hung in groups of 4 under a tarp.

They planted something like 4800 garlic plants, and they were just beginning to harvest and tie them up the day we arrived. Having enough space to dry them properly was already posing a challenge, and Gu went off with Josh to check out the neighbour's barn as a drying space. Needless to say, the garlic is keeping everyone busy and extra hands were very welcome, even if it meant entertaining kids for a while.

Besides lots and lots of garlic, and some chickens, the garden has corn, lettuce, chard, beans, bok choy, onions, peppers, eggplant, wild and cultivated flowers, berries, and probably a lot more (I was busy in the garlic patch trying to learn how to get those crazy huge heads!). The area is full of raspberries right now, heading soon into an abundance of blueberries, and you just might stumble on a bear who has the same interest in berries as you do.
The previous week, Jas was picking raspberries up the road with the dog, Shrek, who insisted on trying to bark down the bear who showed up on the other side of the bush. Jas retreated back home to safety. Shrek turned up home unscathed a few hours later. Gardening can be dangerous at times.



They also are growing a wide variety of herbs for cooking as well as natural medicinal herbs. Jas gave me some dill plants, savoury and wild Canadian mint to share with Allan, as well as a weed called polygonum hydropiper (water pepper) which has a hot peppery taste and a lemony aftertaste. Interesting stuff. I will try cultivating it in a container and see what happens.

 


We headed back south the next day, and took a
beautiful drive down the whole length of the 327
highway from Mont Tremblant to Lachute near Allan's place. The road is scenic, curving through the mountains and small towns, passing a huge caribou and deer farm near Arundel (too far off to get good photos, but a forest of antlers was really quite a sight).
I had two side missions, one was to take photos of beautiful Canadian landscapes for my neighbour's artistic inspiration, and to find second hand tractors for sale for our friend Allan. Both resulted in multiple spontaneous u-turns and pulling up on the shoulder of the highway and taking an odd assortment of photos of old tractors, for sale signs, covered bridges, country fields, wild birds and rivers.


I decided to skip on posting the tractor pics, but it was an interesting aside.

I added a few sky pictures which I took a couple days later on Highway 50 heading from Montreal back up to Lachute. There were some even more spectacular shots of the sunrays bursting through the clouds which I missed because there was no where to pull over safely, and of the gorgeous rainbow which Allan told us we had just missed over the Shire which was probably at the same time. Still, not bad for some off the road photography.

All in all, it was a beautiful and restful vacation, and I am ready to get back to my garden at home in time for the next phase of harvesting.











Monday 4 August 2014

A trip to the Shire


Now that I have caught up to date on the home front, I am going to dedicate the next two posts to my summer vacation with Josh. Our friend Allan recently purchased 62 acres of beautiful Laurentian countryside and took the plunge to move up to the country. He has a dog, and a teenage son with who lives part time with his mom, and big plans. Josh and I hope to eventually buy a piece of his land and move up there, but not for the next few years. In the meantime, we are very interested in helping him wherever we can. He chose to name his land The Shire. It looks and feels like the kind of place hobbits would be pleased to settle.

Josh has gone up there without me several times on very successful mushroom picking expeditions in the spring. I went with Allan and Josh to see the place just before Allan made the purchase. It has a valley with meadows full of wild deer, songbirds and wildflowers, lots of old apple trees scattered about, a small river that divides the land, and lots of forest along the side of a small mountain (a big hill for my readers out west). There is an old farmhouse, old enough that the doors are small and the smell is musty. What used to be a barn was rebuilt by the previous owner as a  cozy little two-room house. Allan is planning to extend the new house, as well as build an outdoor summer kitchen and a big workshop, but he decided to start off creating some areas for summer fun for guests and have a party to invite his friends to see his new domain.

Back in April, when I managed to negotiate taking two weeks of summer vacation overlapping with Josh’s fixed construction holiday (no easy feat!), we were thinking about taking an extended camping trip back to Grand Manan in New Brunswick. When Allan made the decision to buy the land, I suggested to Josh that we vacation closer to home, and given that Allan lives an hour from Montreal by car, we could take some day trips to Montreal to deal with the gardening, shopping, cooking and laundry.  Allan currently has a bar fridge, a chest freezer, a microwave, a barbecue, and a countertop stove with two burners. He’s been living off of barbecue and pasta a lot, so was very grateful for our fresh picked garden treats.  Cooking and food storage space being limited, we used our cooler and kept enough perishable food for a few days at a time then restocked in Montreal.


We started our vacation with two days
 up at our friends Shaun and Elsbeth, whose annual summer party in Ste. Adele coincided with the beginning of our vacation, and the last two days before our daughters went to sleep-away camp for three weeks. The whole family spent a lovely weekend camping out, swimming in the lake, playing on the trampoline, hanging out with friends, singing and playing music by the bonfire. On Sunday,  Josh and I drove further north to take the girls to Camp Massad in the Ste Agathe area, and stopped at a friend's place for a boat ride and drinks before heading back to Montreal to get ready for our escape. Our son, just turned 18 and working in a warehouse for the summer, agreed to feed the pets and take in the paper while we were away, so it was just me and Josh.


We took some time to wander through the woods, and for several days (the ones it did not rain) I explored for the best spot to swim in the river. It has lots of rocks and rapids, and is pretty shallow although the depth varied by location and rainfall. We saw partridges, ducks, a red tail hawk, and we saw tons of deer footprints as well as otter and coyote. On our last night we heard a lot of coyotes whooping it up, thankfully some distance away from our tent. Allan has seen bear as well, but not while we were there. We kept our food in his house, but camped out a 5 minute walk down into the valley.

Our goal was to help Allan set up some facilities before his party. Given the variability of the weather, and the tiny size of the house, we helped Allan build, decorate and set up an open sided shelter with fire pits on two sides, tables, counters, seats and benches. He also decided to put up his 18 foot diameter inflatable pool. The location he chose started out as a hillside with meadow grasses and wildflowers taller than I am, which required a lot of hacking with a machete, weedwacking, levelling, digging and hauling of many stones over several days. On the day of the party, it was still tipping over, so we got a crew of friends, some of us wearing bathing suits in the frigid water of the pool, to pull up the side and prop it up with bags of earth. By the day we left, the water was up to my hips in the pool and looking pretty stable.

The reason the water was so cold was that we were filling it with a combination of rainwater (plenty of that this week) and a hose from Allan’s well with the most delicious cold spring water imaginable. It is great to drink, but a bit invigorating to swim in. I gave it one last try the morning before we left back to Montreal, but it was too cold to fully dunk myself. As well, the past two weeks we have had ridiculously cold nights for July.

I believe on the coldest night the temperature plunged to 8 celsius, and the other nights it was around 12. This is quite unusual for the Laurentians in mid-summer. Usually I sleep in a nightgown and use a sleeping bag or light blanket even. I have never had to sleep in sweatpants and a t-shirt and sweat shirt, double socks and three sleeping bags piled on top. When I was walking to my tent in the evening, I could see my breath. So even though the sun was pretty hot on the days it was out, the water kept on being cooled back towards glacial every night. Being July, though, I was determined to go swimming despite the weather. Our winter is too long, I refuse to give up my summer!

One interesting side effect of the heavy rain and cold nights was there was a lot of mist rising from the river in the evenings (signifying the water temperature dropping, of course), and the valley being full of mist. We had a fun evening playing with a laser attached to one of Allan's levels making bright red lines through the misty air. We probably terrified a few deer in the process but we had a good time.

We took one road trip further north midway through our vacation, but that is the subject of my next post.

I took a lot of landscape photos, first of all because the area is so beautiful, but also for my neighbour Iulia who has decided she wants to paint Canadian landscapes. They came out pretty nice, so I have added a bunch here and on my next post there will be more.



Allan's dog Maggy is in heaven living in the country. She was happy to follow me everytime I went for a walk and jump into my pictures.
I got some photos of wildflowers, typical Laurentian flowers like milkweed (left) and bladder campion below.




This is the Dalesville river where it cuts through Allan's land. Allan hopes to get all his friends to help pull some rocks out to make it more swimmable. A nice project for my vacation next year, perhaps. 

 
Here you see the mist in the valley. The clouds at sunset and moonrise were pretty spectacular too.