July Garden Journal 2017

July 1st, 2017


So maybe technically this should be recorded in June, since the events described below happened yesterday on June 30th, but  we already have a lot of news stacked in June and I thought the pictures that accompanied yesterday’s adventures would look good as part of a new post.

Sour Cherries


Wildloose sour cherries


One of the oldest trees in the semi-dwarf orchard is the Montmorency sour cherry tree.  You’ll have to get up and check the garden chart (it’s a spiral ringed sketch book…I always kept it in the bookshelf next to the kitchen, but God knows where it is now…anyway, if I’m not mistaken, that tree was planted in 2006!  One of the very first.  Nearly all other trees in that orchard are younger because they had to be planted over and over again while I was developing the land, keeping out critters, etc.  Other old trees in that orchard include the wild peach grown up from root stock, the sweet cherry that never produces a single cherry (can’t remember it’s name…Kristin?  Kirsten?  Can’t remember and of course the Unknown tree which I’m convinced is Liberty.

wildloose sour cherries branch
I think this is Meteor

Anyway…this old Montmorency tree really produced this year.  As did all the cherry trees (save Bali…I think it’s Bali…that or Meteor…I can never remember which is which).  Yesterday we (my comic friend Danny McWilliams is up for the weekend) pulled a good many sour cherries from its boughs, but it’s Northstar and Balaton that typically come to the rescue of my annual sour cherry pie cravings.




wildloose bee brood

I had the bee guy come over because I was concerned about my colony.  Turns out my concerns were warranted.  The caps on the brood are not consistent enough.  He gave my hive a grade of a ‘c’ and told me that he would do some research as to what is going on.  I did a little online Dr. Googling, but was unable to alit on anything that I thought looked like what I saw going on.


More Chicks


Wildloose hen with chicks


The Buff Orpington hatched out …I think she hatched out a total of 9 chicks, but two of them (black) died.  I found them underneath her sort of trampled.  They must have hatched out on the 29th or early morning of the 30th.  The chicks are quite small and still tender.

On the flip side, the flighty Japanese bantam cross…the one that sat on eggs on top of the hay mow tool shed… is a fierce mother.   She’ll attack the dog with raging screams and spurring feet.


wildloose eggs



Blueberrieswildloose blueberries


I think it’s one of the finest crop of blueberries I’ve ever had.  A moist spring and summer has kept things well hydrated and the 2-to-3 inches of bark mulch that I put on the beds this early spring I think really helped as well.  Additionally everything got a good dose of sulfur and fertilizer this spring.  The result?  Good set of fruit and vigorous plants.


This year is a departure from old.  I cut locust posts and strung a wire between the two to form a kind of clothes line.  Next I draped a large bird net over the whole set up to form a long tent.  It’s the most satisfying net job ever.  I still have to complete work on the other row, but this year, I may actually get to harvest some blueberries (though at the time of writing this, I see several birds have already ventured underneath the net to eat ‘under the veil’.

bash wild loose 2017Installing the blueberry posts


July 11th, 2017


Bee Well


So I’m sitting on my deck yesterday outside of the guest room facing the barn, when I stopped to pay attention to a steady buzzing sound that I had been unconsciously hearing for some time.  The bees were-a-buzzing.

Buzzing, in fact, a patch of wild mustard that  I had fatefully failed to yank from my border beds. Gathered on the spindly architecture of the plant were 50, no 100, more probably, honey bees.  Their pollen sacs were like designer yellow saddle bags.  As fate would also have it, I failed to weed the potato bed and they too were now drowning in a haze of yellow mustard flowers, all of which were kissed by hundreds and hundreds of honey bees.

The bee guy told me that the colony had a mite issue.  If it does, the inhabitants are making a great attempt at looking like the picture of health.




Speaking of potatoes, I stole two near the surface just yesterday.  Hard and crisp with freshness.  Each was grenade sized.  Cut them, sautéed them with butter and fresh chives, and then finished them in the oven.  Delicious.


Feasting Birds


Wildloose blueberries clumpAfter a few hours of weeding, I strode through the lower uncut fields near the weeping cherry.  The fields have taken on a meadow quality with a variety of plants.  The idyll has attracted a pair of mating redwings that dive bombed and screamed at me fearlessly as I must have neared their nest in the waste-high scrub.

Elsewhere, robins and other birds snack on what’s left of the sour cherries.  They grab only the ripest, then fly to the drive way where they peck at the fruit, dazzling red in the morning sunlight.


Asian Pear


Well I know what I’m planting more of in the upcoming years.  The asian pear that I planted …I think this was three years ago now, has several pears on it.  I thought it needed another asian pear pollinizer,  but it must have been impregnated by the pollen from the numerous pears up wind of it (which by the way are starting to droop their limbs under the weight of their fruit).

Wildloose pears july
Not the Asian Pear…the regular kind.  Can’t remember which variety




During my walk, I thought ‘how much would I sell this property for?’  I thought, 600 thousand.  No 650.  No 675!  Nothing less.  With 675, I would pay everything off and still have more than 400K left over for the next adventure.

wildloose apples july
Melba.  Loaded this year.


But as my eyes caressed the stream, the fields, the orchards, and then lifted into the hemlock forest…as I thought of winters without projects and fireside dreams of green…as I think now of days without a weedy patch of mustard greens with bees above them bobbing, I think this property won’t be sold.  Not for any other better venture at least.   This is where it all came together.  God, my scattered mind, the shards of my childhood traumas (the loss of my father, finding out I was gay and later, the horrific death of my mother).  This is where it all converged into some kind of sense, some kind of peace, some kind of genuine contentment…even a few smiles of joy.

July 24th, 2017

This could have been a spectacular growing year had I gotten things in on time and the animals had left them alone.  We have had warm weather and steady rains.  The world outside is tropical.


Already stealing some potatoes from the surface around the plants.  They did well this year.  Perhaps could have done better had the mustard not been allowed to grow so tall in the garden, but then, where would the bees have collected their pollen?

wildloose bee 2
Though this bee is feasting on the first of the goldenrod, I’ll bet money that’s mustard weed pollen in its saddle bags.

Jersey Giant Goes Broody

About a week ago, my Jersey Giant went broody.  She’s massive and I believe, she’s sitting on a massive clutch of eggs.

I noticed the classic broody ‘I’m-a-great-big-chicken-blob’ posture of the bird when I returned from a work trip. She had commandeered the main egg-laying spot and there had probably been a couple of clutches laid on top of her before I arrived.  A quick check proved that there were enough eggs stuffed under her to nearly spill out the sides.  It was a painful check to.  She not only pecked me to leave her alone, she bit, grabbed and twisted my skin with her beak.  It hurt pretty bad.  I should have written the date down, but I would say she probably went broody on July 14th or 15th which means that she should hatch out on the 4th or 5th of August.   Great. I’ll be home!

Wildloose dove-1
Not a Jersey Giant.  A beautiful dove that I was surprised to find when I was inspecting the Alderman (is that the name?) plum tree.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s