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Edible Perennials: No Such Thing As Too Many!

Here’s a list of perennial food varieties that I’m either currently growing, intend to plant for the first time this spring, or hope to plant in the near future. Some of these won’t be hardy in colder regions, others will thrive almost anywhere. I’ll go into more detail about each one later; this is just basically a list. Kind of a “Table Of Contents.”

Perennials I’m already growing:

Apples
Apricots
Blueberries
Garlic
Grapes
Malabar Spinach (it died back to the ground this winter though, so I’m waiting to see if the roots will survive till spring)
Mulberries
Pears
Persimmons
Plums
Pomegranates
Oregano
Raspberries
Rosemary
Sage
Strawberries
Thyme
Walnuts

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Perennials I’ll be planting this spring:

Alpine Strawberries
Anise Hyssop
Asparagus
Dandelions
French Tarragon
Ground cherry*
Lovage
Salad Burnett
Shallots
Sorrel
Sunchokes
Sweet Bay**
Sweet Marjoram*

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Perennials I hope to plant in the near future:

Air Potatoes
Blackberries
Good King Henry
Edible Hibiscus
Figs**
Perennial Broccoli
Perennial Onions
Runner Beans
Saltbush
Sweet Cherries

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*Tender perennials that may not overwinter in areas that get hard frosts. Not sure if they’ll work in my climate.

**Semi-tender perennials that may be damaged by hard frosts.

You can find more great suggestions in the book Perennial Vegetables by Eric Toensmeyer

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Edible Landscaping: Preface

A PARABLE:

Once upon a time, a woman moved to the country and planted a new garden in “soil” that was mostly just sand and decomposed granite.

And since this parable is also a True Story, I’ll clarify that it was the 1970’s and the woman was my late ex-grandmother-in-law.

So she fenced a sunny area and planted her garden, and the soil was very poor, and the plants struggled, and insects preyed upon them and native weeds sprang up and choked them and gophers dug in and gobbled their roots, and at the end of the first summer she didn’t have much to show for her efforts.

But she was determined to win the struggle. So year after year she dusted her plants with pesticides and fed them chemical-based fertilizers and meticulously cleared all the old plant and weed residues out of the garden before she replanted each spring so as not to spread diseases and weed seeds. And OH, the battles she waged upon those gophers! She put out traps and poisons and poisoned traps, and now and then she had her husband sit in the yard with a gun to pick them off whenever they poked their little noses aboveground. It was a bitter war, my friends, and she fought the good fight right up to the very end.

And after 25 years of this, she had more gophers than ever and her garden was basically a barren wasteland, even less fertile than when she’d started out.

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I met this well-meaning lady about five or six years before her death. I was just getting started in gardening at the time, and I was reading a lot of books and magazines on the subject and listening to a lot of advice from more experienced folks. She had a LOT of advice for me, mostly about how to keep bugs and weeds and diseases and most of all gophers from ruining my crops.

I took a long, hard look at her garden and knew in my heart that I needed to find a better way.

So when Steve and I moved to this property one of the first things I did was to fence a sunny area and plant a garden. And the soil was very poor, and the plants struggled, and insects preyed upon them and native weeds sprang up and choked them and gophers dug in and gobbled their roots, and at the end of the first summer I didn’t have much to show for my efforts. My in-laws offered lots of advice on the best pesticides and the best traps and poisons. And I thanked them, but told them that I wanted to go the organic route if it could be done. They all laughed and shook their heads and left me to my folly.

I decided that first I would focus on improving my soil, and deal with the pest issues later. So I dug in lots of horse manure every year and discovered the magical benefits of mulching with straw, and I planted much more than I needed so that I wouldn’t have to lose sleep over a few gopher-killed bell pepper plants or an insect-chewed bed of lettuce.

It took a long time to get my soil looking like real garden loam instead of something akin to beach sand. Like, three or four years. But it did happen, and eventually earthworms showed up by the thousands, and my veggies began to thrive and glow with health and produce bumper crops.

I got a few surprises along the way. For example, the insect population in my garden became more plentiful and diverse than ever, but somehow they weren’t bothering with my plants anymore, or not enough to worry about. I learned that healthy plants growing in rich, fertile soil have their own natural defenses against insect pests. Better yet, by creating a nature-friendly environment I had unknowingly welcomed in the insects and birds that prey upon destructive bugs.

Best of all, I discovered that gophers do not like to dig in rich, mucky soil: they prefer dry sandy ground for their burrows. The blacker and richer my garden soil gets, the fewer gopher holes I see in my vegetable beds. Last summer I think they stayed out entirely, only venturing back in during the winter when pickings got too slim elsewhere.

The moral? Focus on your soil, and your plants will take care of themselves. Avoid the temptation to resort to chemical fertilizers and pesticides. They actually weaken your plants, destroy the biodiversity of your soil, and create many more problems than they solve. Learn about beneficial insects, and plant the herbs and flowers that will attract them to your garden. Mulch, mulch, mulch! Mulch holds moisture in, keeps weeds out, and gives your earthworms and other soil-builders something to nibble on.

These principles apply anywhere you plan to grow edibles, although outside of the garden fence you have other issues like rabbits and deer. I don’t get deer on my property, but rabbits will gobble up almost anything that doesn’t have a good layer of chicken-wire around it. Use common sense when planting young, vulnerable perennials, and keep them protected until they’re big enough to take care of themselves.

Next: best varieties for edible landscaping!

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Today I Love…

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…my fifteen-year-old handspun, handknit wool cap that never wears out and always keeps my ears toasty warm.

I’m also loving my woodstove, which has doubled as a cookstove this past week to save on propane.

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We have to keep it blazing hot all day anyway, because the weather outside is seriously frightful. Now I can drink all the hot tea I want with no guilt about my propane bill!

We got a good soaking rain on Monday, and then an INSANE amount of snow yesterday. Seriously. Insane. It snowed from long before dawn until long after dark without any breaks.

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Unless you count all the tree branches that broke under the strain.

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I’ll have to take a walk around later and assess that situation; I know at least three trees took damage, maybe more.

Right now it’s 26ºF outside and we’re effectively snowed in. And I kind of love that too: no school for the kids, nowhere I have to be until it all melts. Winter has imposed a mandatory break from the demands of civilization. Sweet.

Happy Love Thursday! May your days be merry and bright, and may all…well, you know the rest.

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Ranching v2.0

Steve appears to be slowly but surely self-destructing before my very eyes. His last child-support check bounced. Despite his earnest assurances two weeks ago that he had refinanced his truck loan in his own name and it was all taken care of, when I asked someone at my credit union to confirm that for me yesterday she said that no, the loan is unchanged and mine is still the primary name on the account. Steve has also mentioned several thousand dollars in credit card debt, and I suspect that when he has maxed out his current card he will simply acquire another one and keep going. Three out of the past four days he has not gotten home early enough for the kids to go see him, and I don’t think it’s work that’s keeping him out late.

And the big one…yesterday he told me that after the first of the year he will be selling all his cows and getting out of the cattle business. If it’s true, this is mind-boggling. The whole time we were married Steve saw himself as first and foremost a cattleman; even in the dry years when it made no sense to run a large herd and we were losing thousands of dollars hay-feeding them, getting Steve to sell a single head of breeding stock was next to impossible. And the cows have always been His Thing; despite all his lip service to the contrary I never had any real say in how the business was run. It all had to be done his way, because he was The Cowboy and I was just a girl.

Well. In all honesty, this will complicate things for me, maybe a lot. Steve has the truck and the stock trailer and all the cowboy friends who know how to rope calves for branding and castrating, and he always handled finding a fresh bull every few years so the herd doesn’t become inbred, and there’s probably a dozen other crucial details that he never troubled my pretty little head with.

To remain in the cattle business without him I will have to completely restructure the way we’ve been doing it, is what I’m saying. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing, if I can pull it off; I’ve thought all along that Steve was running a mighty inefficient system based on hundred-year-old traditions that don’t make much sense in this day and age.

Right now, between the global food shortages, the skyrocketing cost of corn (that puts a heavy squeeze on big commercial feedlots), and the surging interest in organic, locally-grown food, I think this is an IDEAL time to be raising natural grassfed hormone-free beef. If I can find enough local buyers I can even bypass the (very far away) livestock auctions completely and do my part for the environment while I’m at it. And with Steve apparently in full crash-and-burn mode I will absolutely need to have a backup income and the sooner the better.

It’s kind of scary for me, but in a good way. It will require me to stretch myself in new directions and take some risks, but if I can make it fly it’ll be so worth it. I’ll not only be that much closer to supporting myself and the kids, I’ll be helping others in the local community who want organic, cruelty-free meat. I’ll need to make new, preferably non-Silkotch-related connections: people who have trucks and trailers and bulls and so on. I might even get really ambitious and form some sort of co-op, where several families can pitch in on fattening, butchering and dividing up a single steer. I totally think there’s a local market for that if I can reach it.

This is big and complicated and slightly intimidating, but if I’m up to the challenge I think it could turn out to be a real blessing in disguise.

Wish me luck!

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Saturday Summary

When Steve and I first separated we split the cow herd 50/50. There was a half-grown steer left over, so we agreed to eventually butcher him and split the meat between us. Which we did, and Sunday Steve brought over my half of the lovely little white packages. I thawed out some steaks right away to test them, because one thing about raising your own beef and having it hung and butchered locally is that each one has its own flavor and every once in a long while you’ll get one that tastes just plain bad. But my concerns were immediately laid to rest, because this guy is tender and yummy. Hooray!

Tuesday I took the kids back to Casa Gamino for lunch and their first official pool lesson. Elizabeth picked it up pretty quickly, but Luke has a tendency to get in a hurry and hit the cueball with the SIDE of the cuestick, which makes me cringe every time, and isn’t healthy for the cuestick either. We’re going to work on that.

After the pool lesson we drove to a local nursery to pick out our Christmas tree. We always buy live trees in pots and I’d planned to get a smallish one this time, so that we could reuse it for at least a couple more Christmases. But pickings are very slim this year. Since the stock market crashed the two local nurseries have done very little business, so one only ordered a few trees (mostly pines that had been topiaried into a cone-shape), and the other didn’t order any at all and only had a handful of blue spruces left over from last Christmas. I don’t care much for the cone-shaped pines, so I ended up getting a slightly-leaning blue spruce that was much bigger than I’d wanted and already outgrowing its pot. It’s pretty though:

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I was going to have a friend with a pickup deliver it for me at some point, but the nursery owner very kindly offered to bring it over the next morning. I gratefully agreed, and gave him a couple packages of beef for his trouble. I may be money-poor, but I gots the beef!

Steve has finally moved out of his parents’ place and is renting an old mobile across the street that belongs to the son of an old family friend. This is a good thing, because the property lies up against a mountainside full of rocks and old Cahuilla Indian caves. It’s like Disneyland for Luke and Elizabeth. So now when they visit him they spend an hour or two scrambling up and down the mountainside instead of parked in front of his parents’ tv. They come home exercised and happy, which makes me very happy too.

Tuesday after we’d picked out our tree I dropped the kids off at Steve’s new place and they headed straight up the rocks.

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You can’t buy that kind of workout. I love that they get to do this.

Wednesday — rain! And there was much rejoicing!

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Thursday — even more rain! And the angels sang!

The kids had Thanksgiving dinner with Steve and his parents like always. My friend Jenny had invited me to spend the day with her and her family, and I was happy to accept.

I need to confess here that I have mixed feelings associated with this holiday. I love the IDEA of Thanksgiving — I love having a day set aside to remember and appreciate our blessings and the good things in our lives. But Thanksgiving wasn’t like that when I was growing up. Every year without exception my mother would inevitably have a screaming meltdown at some point on Thanksgiving Day (and also on Christmas Day, yay!), and when that wasn’t actually in progress there was still the grim micromanagement of every detail of preparing and eating the meal. It was pretty joyless, to put it mildly.

When I married Steve and started spending Thanksgiving Day with his parents, things were…better, but that’s not saying a lot. Steve’s father openly disliked me, his mother and I had nothing in common to talk about, and Steve himself came down on our kids like a crushing ton of bricks if they so much as wriggled in their chairs or accidentally dropped a fork or heaven forbid, made any noise. The prevailing topic of conversation was usually whether or not Steve’s sister was going to show up, and whether she would stay longer than the ten minutes it took her to bolt down a plateful of food. Whee!

My Thanksgiving Day with Jenny and her husband and her brother at her in-laws house was quite simply wonderful. There was laughter, there was happy conversation, there was marvelous food and fun games and surrounding everything there was love. You could feel it in the air of the house.

I think if I ever get involved with another man I’m going to spend at least one Thanksgiving Day with him and/or his family before I make any decisions about whether the relationship is going anywhere. Seriously.

Friday night a medium-sized group of us went up to Idyllwild for some karaoke.

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That’s Jenny on the far left, then me, then Luke and Elizabeth. On the far right is Dee, and next to her is her very sweet mother.

There was much singing.

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Toward the end of the night some guy came over and sat down at our table and started hitting on me in a fairly unsubtle manner. Wanted to dance with me, wanted me to step out back and “chat” with him. I was not at all interested, but when someone told me that he was married I was pissed off just on principle. Adulterers suck.

And now it’s Saturday morning and I need to wrap this up because I’m supposed to be driving the kids to the home of one of Elizabeth’s classmates for a playdate. This is a first. Elizabeth has never liked any of her classmates enough to pester me to take her to their house before. So, I’m thinking this is a good thing and I need to hit “Publish” and go get in the car. If I missed any typos I’ll fix them later.

Hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving!

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