2016 INDEX

Friday, December 2, 2016

December 2, 2016 – Rain, Rain, Rain – and Winter Gardening


          There is nothing more glorious to a gardener than soft soaking rain.  We got a touch of it on Tuesday, but yesterday afternoon into evening it was a tumultuous storm.  It made my heart sing because we are in extreme drought.

          Of course the storm probably brought down limbs that I will have to pick up and haul off.  But, we DID receive the rain’s life force nourishing the soil.  In fact, I would be the happiest of souls if it rained for two weeks straight - but then everyone would be moody and grouchy for Christmas.

          I did notice the storm darkened the day much earlier than usual and I can’t convey it better than the famous quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise:

. . . November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and
pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

          Usually I plant a winter garden.  I have experimented with this for several years and the real secret is ample rains at time of planting.  Well, August and September were bone dry and so was October with one little rain.  So, since my raised vegetable beds were as dry as dust, I didn’t bother because I was in extreme drought and we are on well water.  The decision to water or take long hot showers was an easy one for me to make.

          BUT, now that we have had a real soaking rain – I am going to be experimentally optimistic. Do you like that phrase?  I am going to dive into my seed box today, which is a big plastic tool chest, and find Asian greens, beets, spinach, and lettuces seeds that are the type grown near Paris in their winter gardens and go out and sow them.

          I will be using the 5 small cold frames I have. I will be covering the open top ones only when the temperature is dropping towards freezing.  From my experience, down here in the South it is just as difficult, if not more difficult to keep plants from “cooking” in too much heat from an unvented cold frame than to keep them safe from a frost.   Frost protection is easy. Pop something over them late afternoon and pull it off in the morning.  We rarely have many freezing days, and when we do just leave the protection on.

          Drying winds are more damaging to winter crops here in the South than cold temperatures.

          Below is a link to the most recent Eliot Coleman YouTube video where he was speaking to farmers in Asheville, North Carolina, November 9, 2016.  It is awesome – watch it – and it will inspire you to grow on the back side of the calendar.

         
          Also, below is Eliot Coleman’s website which has a listing of his many helpful books.


I have the following three books and I think they are fabulous.  You can probably borrow these from the library to give them a quick read. But, once you’ve digested this concept of winter gardening, I am sure you will add all his books to your gardening library as well.

The Winter Harvest Handbook by Eliot Coleman

Four Season Harvest:  Organic Vegetables from Your Home Garden All Year Long by Eliot Coleman

The New Organic Grower:  A Master’s Manual of Tools and Techniques for the Home and Market Gardener by Eliot Coleman

          I started winter gardening about 6 years ago.  Many years have been more successful than others due mostly to ample rain or no rain. But, all of it has been enlightening, exciting, with more successes than failures. I have also had some really good eating and often enough to share with close friends.

          Eliot discusses Claytonia and Maché in his You Tube which I have tried and they truly grow here in this clime with no winter protection.  One year, their protection was an old scatter rug tossed on them at the last minute.  The next year I didn’t even bother covering them from frost and they came through beautifully.  Both spinach and Swiss chard winters over without a problem.  In fact, one year my spinach rosettes got 2 inches of snow on them and it was the most gorgeous spinach I ever had. They call snow poor man’s fertilizer; I believe it has something to do with nitrogen.  I will need to research that more and get back to you.

Johnny’s Selected Seeds have most of the seeds Eliot Coleman mentions.  I have been very pleased with their seeds.  Their link is below:

         
Also, they have a winter’s growing guide:


          It is an awesome website with more than enough information to get you started or get you dreaming.  Johnny’s Research Farm is in Maine – I am in North Carolina.

So, when I started this a few years ago I had to do my own research for High/Low/Average temperatures – I am sharing it with you below:

My research for the Charlotte, NC – High/Low/Average Temps

Note:  You simply cover when things are too cold – frost temp.
Plan on an easy on and easy off cover.

High  - Low - Average temperature chart from historical history found “somewhere on line”.

Month
High
Low
Average






Sept
82
63
73

Oct
73
51
62

Nov
63
42
52

Dec
54
35
44

Jan
54
32
42

Feb
56
34
45

Mar
64
42
53

April
73
49
61






The following is a Day Length chart for
35 degrees Latitude - here in Forest City, NC

I did this chart a couple years ago to find out how much actual “LIGHT/SUN” we have a day.  Note: We don’t dip under 10 hours a day for too long.  That is the Persephone Period that Coleman and Johnny’s discuss.

These are all a.m. to p.m. times [h=hours; m=minutes]


9/15
7:07
7:30
12h22m

9/22 Fall Equinox – 12h day and 12h night

9/30
7:18
7:08
11h50m

10/15
7:30
6:48
11h17m

10/30
7:44
6:29
10h45m

11/15
6:58
5:17
10h18m

11/30
7:13
5:12
9h58m

12/15
7:24
5:13
9h48m

12/21 – Shortest Day – Winter Solstice

12/31
7:31
5:22
9h50m

1/15
7:31
5:35
10h04m

1/31
7:23
5:51
10h28m

2/15
7:09
6:06
10h57m

2/28
6:54
6:18
11h24m

3/15
7:34
7:31
11h57m

3/20 Spring Equinox – 12h day – 12h night

3/31
7:11
7:44
12h32m

4/15
6:51
7:56
13h05m

4/30
6:33
8:08
13h35m






                    Summer Solstice 6/21 – Longest Day


          I hope this sparks an interest in you to explore a new and exciting gardening experience.


          I am off to play in the dirt today in my ratty old cashmere sweater underneath my garden clothes.  In a future blog I will share pictures of my winter gardening.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Blog Index - December, 2016


Thoughts from Quail Thicket - 
Observations from a Country home

DECEMBER 2016



December 31, 2016
New Year’s Resolutions
December 29, 2016
Out with the old – in with the new.
December 28, 2016
The year is coming to a close
December 27, 2016
Christmas Graciousness
December 26, 2016
Christmas Greens
December 25, 2016
Christmas Traditions
December 24, 2016
Christmas Story No. 4
December 23, 2016
Christmas Story No. 3
December 22, 2016
Christmas Story No. 2
December 21, 2016
Christmas Story No. 1
December 20, 2016
Daddy’s little garden helper.
December 19, 2016
Is it a bird, a plane – no, it’s a flaming flying saucer
December 18, 2016
The Mansard Roof Mansion adventure
December 17, 2016
Rain drop Mowing
December 16, 2016
The mystery of the disappearing sheet
December 15, 2016
I am the Master of the Master Closet
December 14, 2016
Christmas Tree Napkin Fold and Blue Cheese Crackers recipe
December 13, 2016
Christmas sentiments – Best Friend
December 12, 2016
Humor in the face of death
December 11, 2016
Dibble, a great gift for the Gardener
December 10, 2016
The Gardener’s Journal
December 9, 2016
My “pointy shrub” Christmas
December 8, 2016
Mistake – Big Mistake
December 7, 2016
Our Christmas Tradition – White Florist Cyclamen
December 6, 2016
Glory Lily – Gloriosa rothschildiana – also called Flame Lily
December 5, 2016
The Zen Garden
December 4, 2016
Tag or No Tag that is the predicament
December 3, 2016
Pack Rat – Political Cartons by Michael Ramirez
December 2, 2016
Rain, Rain, Rain and Winter Gardening
December 1, 2016
Shoe fetish





      NOVEMBER 2016


November 30, 2016
“Life ain’t fair!” I cried.
November 29, 2016
Pack Rat – tossing out saved recipes
November 28, 2016
Glazed Shallots – recipe
November 27, 2016
We do have local “culture” here in the county.
November 26, 2016
News clipping magic.
November 25, 2016
Black Friday
November 24, 2016
Thanksgiving leftovers in four acts.
November 23, 2016
Thanksgiving is food, family, and tradition.
November 22, 2016
Time is running short already and we aren’t even into December!
November 21, 2016
Point of View in the garden
November 20, 2016
The Rosary Beads
November 19, 2016
Murphy’s Law
November 18, 2018
When they say your first car is your first love – it’s true, even if you’re a girl.
November 17, 2016
Sunny day, cold air observations
November 16, 2016
This year start a new tradition . . .
November 15, 2016
Hoarfrost: The Blond Assassin
November 14, 2016
Hot Cocoa weather!
November 13, 2016
Wishing on a necklace clasp showing.
November 12, 2016
Lip brush luxury – you’ll LOVE IT
November 11, 2016
My brother visits North Carolina before I “get gone.”
November 10, 2016
Clever is as Clever does
November 9, 2016
“Fasten your seatbelts.  It’s going to be bumpy . . .”
November 8, 2016
The Skunk Whisperer
November 7, 2016
Force of Gravity oooopps moment.
November 6, 2016
Christmas Cookies
November 5, 2016
“Forever” Stamps.
November 4, 2016
The raccoon sniff.
November 3, 2016
Are you cold – your feet are blue?
November 2, 2016
Why few friends like to go clothes shopping with me.
November 1, 2016
The fall color has finally arrived!




OCTOBER 2016




October 31, 2016
Hoot Owl Cookies [a technique update] and Golden Beef Stew [recipe]
October 30, 2016
Occasionally I buy silly little things.
October 29, 2016
The lost art of the heart felt Thank you note.
October 28, 2016
Box of Fruit from the Band Fund Raiser
October 27, 2016
A place for everything and everything in its place.  Benjamin Franklin
October 26, 2016
Deer sightings in Three  Acts
October 25, 2016
Another treasurer from my archives while I am under the burden of a head-cold.  Vintage Potpourri – Column No. 1
October 24, 2016
SNEAKERS
October 23, 2016
I opened the door to the aroma of home baked muffins . . .
October 22, 2016
Oops, is it my age or my education showing?
October 21, 2016
“I’m a cheapskate at heart . . . or am I frugal?”
October 20, 2016
“Cat here is a no name slob.”
October 19, 2016
Have you ever watched leaves fall of trees in the Fall?
October 18, 2016
White lace and Promises . . . 
October 17, 2016
Tidbits, Teasers & Wanderings
October 16, 2016
“I Dare You” by author William H. Danforth
October 15, 2016
Dumpster Dive Lilies
October 14, 2016
PSSST . . . let me tell you about my secret gardening weapon
October 13, 2016
Birthday dinner in Paris, France, in 1987 – Conclusion
October 12, 2016
Birthday dinner in Paris, France, in 1987 – 
Part I
October 11, 2016
Surprises in the Fall Garden
October 10, 2016
This is a family heirloom story that is not yet complete.
October 9, 2016
Usefulness is not impaired by imperfection.  You can drink from a chipped cup.
October 8, 2016
Please take my word for it; switching from summer clothes to winter clothes isn’t always easy.
October 7, 2016
If you want the best seat in the house, you have to move the cat.
October 6, 2016
Another reprint from the original column – Thoughts from Quail Thicket
October 5, 2016
All in the family – writers of one kind or another.
October 4, 2016
Bulb Planting – session 2 – Going to Plan B.
October 3, 2016
Remember the importance of “now” in the garden cycle.
October 2, 2016
Hoot Owl Cookies
October 1, 2016
Fall is in the air – which makes me turn to Fall Cleaning



SEPTEMBER 2016

September 30, 2016
Oh! The perfect pear.  Plus bonus recipe.
September 29, 2016
BAH-Hamburger, Herb Hamburgers, and Where’s the Beef?
September 28, 2016
A salute to my Mom on my Birthday
September 27, 2016
One of those embarrassing moments in life.
September 26, 2016
The fashion police are not interested
September 25, 2016
Lounge Liz-zard Relocation Team
September 24, 2016
How I got the name for this Blog – reprint of original column
 September 23, 2016       Let’s talk about Red Two Lips – I mean, Red
                                      Tulips
 September 22, 2016       I snagged a “Cinderella” pumpkin at my
                                      favorite garden
 September 21, 2016       Have you ever screwed up and the family 
                                      never lets you
 September 20, 2016       French Women and the scarf
 September 19, 2016       Love Letters in the Sand – Far from it
 September 18, 2016       Ikebana “In Situ” technique – expanded to
                                      composting
 September 17, 2016       Pecan Chocolate Chip Tassies [recipe]
 September 16, 2016       “Two shall now become one”
 September 15, 2016       Eradicating Johnson Grass sorghum 
                           halepense
 September 14, 2016       The Good, the Bad and the Curious
 September 13, 2016       The mystery of the dirty blue tea kettle.
 September 12, 2016       Spotlight on Liriope muscari variegate
 September 11, 2016       Caladiums – Color in the Garden from July 
                                      through late
 September 10, 2016       “What do you do?”
 September 9, 2016         Essay: What is Success?
 September 8, 2016         Meeting a new friend and furniture shopping
 September 7, 2016         Near the top of my to-do list is “Update my
 September 6, 2016         Twenty six years ago – what got me started.
 September 5, 2016         A Renaissance woman or “life skills”
 September 4, 2016         I recommend two books
 September 3, 2016         End of Summer Basil Tomatoes – recipe
 September 2, 2016         Are you local?  A question direct at me. 
 September 1, 2016         First Post – First place poem in the Anuran
                                      The New Corporate Wife,Winning Essay – 
                                      First Place
                                      








December 1, 2016 – Shoe fetish            
 

This was a scene essay for Creative Writing Class in 1990, and actually true.

Recently, one morning I pulled a new, green merino wool dress out of my closet.  I laid it out on the bed along with slip, hose, jewelry, and a brand new pair of high heels the same exact shade of green.  While I was brushing my teeth I was congratulating myself on my bargain prowess for buying the shoes at last January’s clearance sale and stashing them in my closet until the right outfit came along to match them.

“Aaa Hah,” my husband exclaimed. 

He is wrapped in a bath towel and is wet from his shower when he espies the new shoes on the bed.  He grabs one of the green high heels and brandishes it about as it were a saber.  He can plainly see they are “virgin shoes” with not a single scuff mark on the sole.

“Aaa Hah,” he said again with a glint in his eye for he has caught me this time.

I’d smuggled the new shoes into the house without his knowledge.  I was foaming at the mouth as I was brushing my teeth and the color started to rise into my cheeks.  I knew I had no defense; I was guilty as sin.  I had a choice of pleading the ‘Fifth’ or openly admitting I had bought a pair of shoes.  I chose the latter.  I made a slurred excuse,

“They are the exact shade of green as my new dress.  I knew when I bought them at last year’s clearance sale I would find a dress to match – someday.”

He shook his head smiling at me warmly like a parent smiles at a naughty child then tossed the shoe where he had found it.  He knows the real truth; he knows I have a flaw in my personality.  He knows I have a “shoe fetish”.

I have known for a long time I have this problem.  It has been years since I have purchased just one pair of shoes at a time; more often than not it is usually two or three pairs I purchase at a time.  Once, in New Jersey, I bought eight pairs at Thom McCann’s.  Boy, I had happy feet for over a week.  What I didn’t realize, until just recently, was that even my husband knows this deep dark secret.

When I ask him how I look, his eyes immediately go to my feet.  If my shoes happen to match my outfit he instantly asks, raising his eyebrows archly,

“New Shoes?” 

My instinctive reaction is to remove a shoe and like a child show him the worn bottom and the scuffed, scraped heel declaring one of my many pat answers,

“These are old,”   or “I’ve had them since last year,” or “They really need to go to the cobbler; the heels are worn out,” or “Actually, I could use a new pair?”  This is wishful thinking.  Or simply, “I got them on sale.  Do you like them?”  I can’t lie well and my excuses are transparently feeble. 

This routine, this game we play in my sweet-talking him into letting me buy more new shoes has worn his patience thin.  He is on to me and my shoe fetish.  Do I need psychoanalysis?

A flicker of guilt fills me as I hope he doesn’t find the black leather and lizard skin heels I bought at J.C. Penney’s half-price sale last week.

Fast forward 25 years – nothing has changed except my modus operandi now has a battle cry:

If the shoe fits, buy it in every color.

- Author Unknown