These were the seeds we planted in January. The first of the plants to emerge into a cold winter world. Small little thread like beginnings, bearing forth the promise of a new garden year.
These were the bulbs we planted in March. Little round beginnings from a brown paper bag, brought home from the feed store in town. Planted in the cool rich early spring soil. Right there between the English peas and the potatoes. Our seedlings and the bulbs both planted side by side.
These were the plants mulched and fertilized. Nurtured and watched as spring flew by.
And these were the onion bulbs of early summer. Back when there was still rain and temperatures were still somewhat mild. We harvested with thankfulness in our hearts and hung our harvest to dry.
As Autumn approaches these same onion bulbs lie in the back of our shed on an old screen door. They are now cured and the outer husk of the onions have hardened and browned.
We have started processing our onions. Some will be left as storage onions. Only the ones with good heavy brown husks on the outside. The ones that may have been nicked or are in question and the smaller ones are cut up and placed in zip lock bags. If not overfilled and the bags remain thin, they can be opened while frozen and chunks broken off for cooking while the bag remains frozen.
Some onions will also be chopped to go in the dehydrator then stored in jars. They last forever this way and are so handy, especially for soups, gumbos and stews.
And next January this process will start all over again if we are lucky. We sow, we nurture, we harvest, we preserve. We feed the soil and the soil feeds us. Indeed we do know where our food comes from or most of it anyway. And we watch each year as the seasons unfold. Some dry and cool, some wet and windy and every so often a drought.
This year will be remembered for the drought and for the bugs. What will you remember about this years garden? What was your bumper crop? What was your biggest failure?
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter