…must be documented. Yes.
Here’s another one:
–Simon
Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
As a famous whitetail deer once lamented: “Winter sure is long.” And here in zone 6a, I would concur. The last week of April through the last week of October are the only guaranteed growing times for anything not frost-resistant, and even that’s a gamble. The remaining half of the year is reserved for watching it rain. It certainly gives the mind some time to contemplate self-harm.
But then I discovered something: Phenology.
In an applied context to gardening, it correlates planting times to what local native plants are doing. For example, when the crocus blooms, it’s time to plant radishes.
The benefit being, some vegetables can, in theory, be planted ahead of last frost, thereby extending the gardening season. The practice is entirely anecdotal, as micro-climates are too variable to establish a regional constant. The information available is therefore crowdsourced, making for nice little community of gardening nerds.
It also made for a fun experiment. And with a basic internet search providing corollaries to what I planned to grow, I was able to create my own planting guide. The dates themselves I left blank, as I would fill them in myself, noting whether the incidence was successful or not. And so, after one year, I have my own vegetable garden planting time reference index, specific to my immediate geography:
I intend to add more items, but for now the greatest revelation was that I could squeeze out a few more weeks’ growing time for peas and root vegetables. And with the carrots maturing earlier as a result, I was able to plant a winter crop far enough in advance of the hard freeze to yield some impressive roots.
So while Suicide Month will remain unchanged, I can at least take comfort in the knowledge that it’s the last month of the season that I can’t plant anything.
–Simon
Edit for context: I bought a new shotgun choke.
I have some blog drafts that I don’t feel like completing, at least not yet. One’s regarding my political stance on gun control and the AR-15. One chronicles my dishwasher problems. And neither is terrible fun nor interesting.
So instead, I’ll post some pics of squirrel hunting, 2022!
This year, only the haunches were saved. I could never get squirrel back meat to taste any good. Also, pan frying is always a winner.
Success! The vicious hunter we are then retired for an evening of drinking and pizza.
–Simon
It’s been a while since I visited the Wisconsin cottage, owing mainly to petty family on the in-laws side and arguments over continued ownership. I don’t much care myself, but it’s important to Liz, and we were invited up by some of the more amicable ones. And the kid likes swimming.
And I like fishing.
And the kid got an ear infection. It was a busy week.
–Simon
First rainbow of 2022. Even fainter than last year’s. I hope that’s not an omen.
–Simon