Sometimes the real glory of the mashed potatoes is not in the fluffy white. It’s not in the gravy filling the soft crater and Vesuviusing down onto the Pompeii of peas beside. It is tucked away in the forgotten skins not completely peeled off and adding a delightful taste and texture that were unintended but are now savored. Organic home gardening is much the same way. The adulations usually go to the royal broccoli crown, the vibrant carrot and beetroot, or the robust garlic head. A backyard garden provides a chance to eat not only the celebrated parts but also revel in the forgotten “skin” by enjoying parts of the plants that we perhaps were not aware were edible, and sadly are often not commercially available.
Don’t get me wrong, I love trees. In fact I adore trees. Oak, Sycamore, Ficus, Juniper, Jacaranda, Magnolia, and of course the glorious Pine. There is no sweeter sound than the breeze through the pines. When that gentle whistle is audible, it is a good signifier that you are in the right place.
Farmscape is excited to announce we are offering a class this weekend on starting a summer vegetable garden. The class will be hosted at the home of a Farmscape member in Atwater Village, and will focus on the process of starting a summer vegetable garden in Los Angeles. The event will take place from 9 AM - 12 PM, and will cost $90. Tickets and more information about the location are available at our Eventbrite page.
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Farmscape's Dan Allen writes today in the Huffington Post about the financial side of the gardening hobby. He finds that, at least for the average would-be edible gardener, that the labor and materials for hobbyist gardening will not paint such a thrifty picture as is generally assumed.
By Dan's analysis, the hobbyist food gardener will most likely work the soil in her yard for a final result that makes her time worth roughly $1.57 per hour. But, then Dan notes:
Despite all this, I predict that our median food gardener is quite pleased with the garden for five reasons...
As the baseball fields across the country are meticulously mowed, raked, and groomed, so are the garden beds turned, amended, and prepared. The solid ‘plap’ of the ball hitting the well-worked pocket of a glove and the sweet tangy scent of a juvenile tomato plant are equal signals of summer. They are both harbingers of the warm season ahead, but more importantly they are prophets of hope. All the mistakes, missteps and missed opportunities of past seasons are erased. There are no losses or strikeouts, no aphids or powdery mildew. The fan possesses the belief that this year will be the one they have been waiting for.