Its such a dark and dreary time. The sun sets at 4:15 now. And with the thick cloud cover it is truly gloomy. Many parts of Massachusetts had a serious ice storm last night and will be without power for days. But just rain here – buckets and buckets full of rain.
I haven’t been in a garden in many days, but took some time this morning to go out and photograph in the mud. I took photos of my community plot, my home garden and Gretta’s farm.
I tried to edit these photos to brighten and enliven them. But the gardens just aren’t bright and they aren’t lively. The only thing apparently alive in my plot is the rye and clover cover crop. My wheel barrow is overturned in the middle and I’ve left a few tools here and there.
There is some wild life around the dreary gardens: the birds gather in flocks and chatter with each other. They scatter as I walk through. And Skippy and I find evidence of coyotes (piles of scat) at the periphery of the gardens. That means there must be rabbits and voles around too. But most of the color in the gardens is the cheap green plastic fences and the bright orange bittersweet we are trying hard to eliminate.
Gretta still has crops in her fields. Rows of curly blue-green and purple kales, big leaved collards and rows of leeks. Her cabbages still look fine to me. But then Gretta farms for whole sale and has much higher standards than me. She says these are frost burned. She has nice cover crop rows of green rye sprouts and golden spring oats. I love the golds, blues and browns of her fields.
As always, she gives me ideas for my garden. Challenges. I tasted collards for the first time from her winter distribution and will definitely add this tender and hardy green to my crop list for next year. I’m not so big on eating cabbages, but the big round heads sure look beautiful.