After surveying our garden for the past week, we decided to start the month of July with a whole new battle plan for our peas:
“Why don’t we pull the damn things out and start over?”
Last Thursday, we came to the garden with a cooler, a busted wooden ladder and a couple of old TV trays in tow.
TV trays you ask?
Darlene and Tom realize, if we want our peas to grow, we have to fashion a makeshift climbing trellis, so why not re-purpose a few things from the garage? As they walked around the plot, scratched their head and conferred for a bit, they came up with a couple of unique MacGyver-type growing implements.
Now if you are old enough to remember secret agent MacGuyver, he could diffuse a bomb using a piece of chewing gum, an old sock and a paper clip. So I can’t hide the puzzled dumb look on my face whenever I see Tom and Darlene move into action. Without them, I would be scratching my head wondering why my garden didn’t grow, so I go along with every single thing they tell me.
We transplanted our peas from one section to another and yanked out the weeds. Darlene is convinced a new bed of soil will do our peas some good, so we did what we could to get things moving again. We also added some leaf humus to the soil and planted some fresh Italian green frying peppers where the peas used to be.
Next, Darlene pulled out the remaining radish plants and started the next wave of succession planting. This virtually guarantees a fresh new crop that will extend our harvest season for salads.
In the beginning, I obviously had trouble discerning between green weeds and healthy sprouts, but now that we have a full garden, it’s getting easy on me. Plus, it’s always fun when we discover something new sprouting up in other plots. Like the mushrooms over in the pizza garden. Or the monarch waystation, where butterflies can come visit Cleveland before they head south again. These are the things we delight in, thanks to the generous grants and donations from Neighborhood Connections, KeyBank and others.
When you look at what’s been growing in this garden for the last 80 years, how can you not like the Ben Franklin Garden? Every week for the three of us, it’s just good old-fashioned fun.