On our trip, I had a few gardening-related experiences and thoughts. On a walk through Vananda on Texada Island, we encountered the most beautiful vegetable garden I have ever seen. So lush and organized, like a quilt of food to come. Apparently Texada is ideal for growing vegetables because of the lime in the soil and a warmer, dryer climate than nearby Powell River.
In most cases it seems the homesteads only lasted for one generation, and there's barely a trace of them today. We scrounged around one site in particular, (Mike's Place in Melanie Cove that's described in The Curve of Time), and although we could pick out a few remaining apple trees covered in moss and on their last legs, and a few remnants of the rock terraces Mike built, we were amazed at how, in 80 years, there was virtually no trace. What hard work it must have been, and how sad I felt, to see it all but disappeared.
Back to my urban homestead, Yukon Gold potatoes that I planted in the little coffee sacks (pictured in this post) were dead when we got back. The big sack with the Red Chieftains is still going, so I wonder if the little sack got too dried out in the hot weather. Well I dumped out the sacks into a wheelbarrow and rummaged through for the potatoes. A sad little harvest, but it will do for one supper I suppose.
We didn't do any spraying of anything, wanting to see how the apples turned out on their own the first year. Many of them are blemish-free, but maybe 1 in 10 looks like this. Any ideas?
How are your gardens doing?
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Did you get any earwigs in the apples? It used to freak me out to cut them open and have one run out over my hand - blech!
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