Aphid Invasion

Aphids.  Aphids Aphids Aphids.  Aphids everywhere.  Plum Tree Aphids.  Blue Shirt Aphids.  You know what... Let's not even talk about aphids today.  Here are some pretty pictures of things that are not covered in aphids.

Note our Lettuce, radishes, lonely red raspberry, and minute potato.

here's to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap

Pictures from June 15.

Lettuce

A wandering trail of pole bean seedlings

Seed and cotyledon

Lacinato kale

Artichoke

landbound lily pads of nasturtium

The green sprig is a corn seedling--the oldest of Three Ssters. After years of discussion, we are finally trying to grow a milpa.

Potatoes in flower

Wando snap peas

2013 will be the Annus Borecolus, or the Year of Kale, at Ginkgo

At the pantry

Work Night Cancelled

Tonight's work night will be cancelled due to the severe weather forecast.

This was the quick wrist of early summer, when everything was alive.

This is the time between the last frost and the first sunburn, when all is planting and waiting. The skies are colored like a Sirk film. Bindweed and mosquitoes have yet to appear, and the branchtips of fruit trees sway with promise in the light breeze.

Our seedlings of kale and broccoli are still settling in, and many of our young peppers and tomatoes are still being coddled on the West side. We are still delivering mainly herbs and radishes at this point. We even had time to put together a couple of wildflower bunches, which I forgot to deliver to the pantry. Late in the workday, we were visited by a couple that was soon to marry, so we still managed to give away our bouquets.

June 1: Raphanus sativus

Radishes are some of the earliest vegetables that we can harvest in our garden. Cool weather plants that require little water, they give us something to fuss over while we wait for the weather to warm enough for beans or tomatoes. Our main challenge has been that no one really likes radishes, and a number of us considered the greens to be unpalatable.

I recently discovered the error in my estimation of radishes after I harvested a crop from my personal garden. Faced with a shopping bag's worth of radish greens, I wondered whether there wasn't something that I could do with them besides relegate them to the compost bin. So I Googled, and found a recipe for a Radish Green Vichyssoise that I tried. After that surprisingly good soup, I was prepared to grow radishes for the greens alone. Then I sauteed a handful of peeled and sliced radishes in olive oil until they were crispy and used them as a garnish on another meal. I am now prepared to be a radish evangelist at the pantry.

We harvested a number of radishes on June 1--both Crimson Giants and daikon. We added herbs, bundles of chives, and flowers to build our second delivery of the year to the pantry.  We finished the day by planting chard, lettuce, beans, and wildflowers.

It is not from ourselves that we will learn to be better than we are.

After the close of last year's growing season, NeighborSpace invited Ginkgo to an awards ceremony at the Garfield Conservatory for other groups who act as stewards for NeighborSpace properties. Those of us who attended were surprised to learn that Ginkgo was one of the larger gardens in the group.

When struggling with the flea beetles and blossom end rot of summer, it is easy to forget that there are other gardens all over Chicago, tucked away on city lots and along streets, tended by members of a community that "no longer look[s] upon rain as an impediment of traffic, or upon the sun as a holiday decoration," as Wendell Berry described in "Think Little." It was heartening to meet other gardeners, and encouraging to note that many gardeners grow food specifically to donate to others.

When Advocates for Urban Agriculture invited Ginkgo, again to the Garfield Conservatory, to participate in a panel discussion with a special focus on donation programs, I was concerned that we might be the largest garden again, and would be expected to provide recommendations for other gardens who were just starting. I prepared remarks.

I was pleasantly surprised (and--I will admit--necessarily humbled) to learn that, among the gardens who were represented on the panel, Ginkgo was actually in the middle of the range in size and production. The other gardens were serious enterprises, donating thousands of pounds a year to pantries and meal programs. It was a balm to the spirit to be surrounded by such fundamentally decent people.


--title: from "A Native Hill", Wendell Berry

Grace has its moments.*

Ginkgo has an electronic calendar by which we schedule visits by volunteer groups to our Saturday workdays. Dave manages the calendar, listening for emails sent to our web site.

It would probably be beneficial for those of us who run the workdays if we consulted this electronic calendar at least once before opening the gates to the garden. Unfortunately, by the time I remember that we have a schedule, I'm already clad in Carhartt and antipathetic to all things internet. (The bib pockets are too small for smartphones, in any case.)

May 4 started with me standing next to a raised bed and scratching my head, wondering what we were going to do on that day. I noticed a group of identically-garbed people approaching the front gate. As the group smiled and waved, I suddenly realized that it was the 2013 Vincentian Day of Service, and that I had to think quickly of a whole lot of things for a whole lot people to do.

For at least the last three years, Ginkgo has been one of the many beneficiaries of DePaul University's spring Vincentian Day of Service. In this semi-annual juggernaut of goodwill, teams of students spread out around Chicago, volunteering for a morning before heading out to a peace rally. We have always had a very good experience with the students who volunteer with us: they are focused, energetic, prepared to work, and exceedingly polite.  (They even write us thank-you notes, when it should really be us thanking them.)

On May 4, our group of students sifted compost, weeded beds, and planted spinach, lettuce, and peas. They worked their way through all of the tasks that we could think of. Our garden was the better for their volunteering.


*St. Vincent de Paul. Correspondence, Conferences, Documents II (January 1640 - July 1646)
 p. 499.