Haiku Wednesday

An ode dirge whine to When Pigs Fly Farm:

Salad with dinner.

Produce sucks this time of year.

Oh Farm, where art thou?

The news from When Pigs Fly Farm

1. I have a carrot!

Operative word/article -- "a".

On close inspection of Farmer Jim's adjacent acreage, I discern he has two. The Great Carrot Race is ON. Bring it, Farmer Jim!

P.S. Sorry for the blurry photo. My camera is sadly underequipped for microbial photography.

2. Arugula (right): In it's own little party world. May have to thin in the next decade or so.

3. Romaine (left): Somewhat noncommittal at this point, but giving it a try. Will get back to me when we have more than a nanosecond of sunshine.

4. Tomatoes: Have decamped to an ottoman under a south-facing window in the living room. Based on this week's gardening column in the newspaper, the best time to plant tomatoes was 1957

Mr. Stripey (aka Tigerella! who knew?) and Cherokee Purple have two new buddies courtesy of Farmer Jim's daughter -- heirloom cherry tomatoes called Snowberry. (What! No Wikipedia entry on Snowberry -- unthinkable!)

So goes another electrifying report from When Pigs Fly Farm.

Happy Mother's Day!

Welcome to When Pigs Fly Farm

Yep. That's what I'm calling this 18 x 4 patch of dirt, aka, soil that I am borrowing for the summer, courtesy of Farmer Jim and a Mandatory Meeting over pizza and beverages of choice Friday night.

Farmer Jim had some garden space available in a new bed he created last fall (I'd been eye-balling the space, btw, each time Ben and I walked by since last October). I had the itch to tackle vegetables outside of a whiskey barrel. When he said space was available, I said Deal. And Double Deal.

When Pigs Fly Farm and I are were introduced in the midst of a yet another Light Dusting of Snow.

WTF??

Farmer Jim already has a plan. I think that's The Engineer in him. Me? I'm the big blank section to the north, momentarily paralyzed by a new patch of dirt.

Farmer Jim is going after tomatoes, peas, garlic, pickling cucumbers (rumor has it he has a killer pickle recipe) -- maybe some carrots, dill and peas. Yum.

Me? Heirloom tomatoes? Japanese eggplant? Peppers? Sunflowers. Who knows?

A new patch of dirt/soil? Welcome to When Pigs Fly Farm.