Monday, June 11, 2007

A Quacker Meeting

With an insatiable appetite for grubs and other garden thugs, Cutie, Big Mama, and Max congregate regularly around the compost bins. Snarfeling (as Eliot Coleman affectionately refers to it) for tasty morsels, they provide a respite from the drudgery of those mundane garden chores. Cutie is a crested fawn-and-white Indian Runner, and Max is a non-crested one. Big Mama is a Pekin. They turned 2 in March and, thankfully, have survived snow, foxes, neighborhood cats, and the most wicked creature of them all: our yellow lab pup, Miss Scarlett, who plays a little rough, but is playing nonetheless. Raising them has been quite an adventure, let me tell you. I'm still surprised at how territorial they are about their "turf" in the backyard. I've actually seen them gang up on a 12 pound cat and chase him over the picket fence. They're very dear to me, despite the amount of poop they produce, and I treasure their companionship in the garden.

The Hollyhock and the Bumblebee


Bumblebees have been feasting on the hollyhocks' pollen for about 3 weeks. They arrive very early in the morning and are often still inside the flowers at dusk. While they're in the garden, they visit my summer squash and cucumber blossoms. I am always appreciative of the beneficial work that they do.

The Eggplant Experiment


My Ghostbuster eggplant (with oval, white fruit) is sporting the most precious lavender blooms. I have two of these plants snuggled up next to a large group of 6 tomatoes. They're a first in the kitchen garden for me; I'm looking forward to seeing what they'll do.