This post is sort of a response to El‘s comment on the last one. If you’re not familiar with her blog, and you garden, you should be. She’s got an impressive four-season setup in a harsher climate than here, and is self-sufficient in most things. It was a tough summer in the garden; the heat came so early and was so punishing that lots of things got stunted and my timing was thrown off. Among the casualties were my late plantings. Some of the late July/early August stuff took, but a lot of it didn’t. And the salad bed was sad. So at this stage, with the ground freezing, I have decided not to hoop any of the beds this winter. I’ve done it every winter so far, but this year the small patches of prospering plants are too far-flung to cover easily, and I have decided that the effort involved in shoveling/beating snow off of the plastic all winter does not justify the paltry rewards. I know that the chicories will rebound as soon as March arrives, and the roots will be waiting, and parsley, mâche, and arugula (among others) will explode as well. Today I’m going out to cull everything worth taking, and leave the rest for spring cleaning and early salads. And then I’m taking a break, reveling in big fat leeks and fennel grown by other people for a few months.
Also, as you can see from the picture I took a couple of days ago after a gigantic storm, I have another task on my to-do list: rent an excavator and do a little rearranging of the terrain along the edge of the yard. The water has never come anywhere close to this far up before. At least climate change is a myth, right?