One evening a few weeks ago when Mat’s parents were staying with us, Mat and I decided to go for a walk after dinner. We made it only three blocks before I was lured toward a collection of free items at the end of someone’s driveway (this is a common scene with us). I stood there, torn between a newish BBQ and an IKEA coffee table, until I realized that we had stumbled upon a great IKEA hack item! Mat carried the glass top, because he is less likely to drop things, and I carried the awkward frame. When we arrived home we announced that this free find would soon be…a cold frame for our salad greens! And (because we have to name everything dear to us & my baby loves his jazz) it would be called John Coldframe.
The following Saturday, while Mat’s mom baked pies & I planted seeds, Mat and his Dad brought out the power tools, picked up some wood and got to work on our newest project. I couldn’t resist getting in there to help with a few finishing touches with the drill. Just last weekend, Mat and I prepared the bed and planted our first salad greens of the year. There has been a wee bit of frost, but hopefully our little seeds will germinate and we will soon have a living green coffee table for our back deck living space.
You can make a cold frame using old windows, plastic or any collection of items creatively repurposed, like this milk crate covered with a duvet bag. It doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive, it just has to get the job done! Happy growing. :)
The beans and peas I planted on the 17th have simply exploded out of their seeds – what incredible energy! I love checking on my little ones several times a day and literally watching them grow. I took these photos only a few days ago and the seedlings are already twice as big as you see here. I also planted three trays of tomato plants – three different varieties. They are still in their little plastic wrap hothouses, but the others are ready for more exposure. The zucchini, not really shown here, are still emerging, so they are still mostly under their little budget greenhouse. I read that tomato plants like heat to germinate, so they are not set up on their own little electric heating pad for a few hours a day. It seems to be working – I’ll let you know how they fare! If they all come up that means I will have 36 tomato plants – a few others on Twitter are interested in a seedling exchange, so I hope that the toms make it!
Aren’t they pretty?
Beans and peas coming up and new tomato seeds planted
Bush beans seedlings in the sunny window
pretty peas sprouted
This post is dedicated to the wonderful and wise women in my life – mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters and friends – who have inspired me to nurture a creative life and ensure that their skills are passed on.
My Grandmother and my Neice
I grew up with a very creative and talented mother who grew every imaginable vegetable for our family of five, sewed our clothes when we were young, and made all kinds of our food from scratch, from loaves of bread to ice cream. As a child, I took these skills somewhat for granted, though I did often note while visiting friends that this type of lifestyle was somewhat exceptional. In recent years, I have lamented that I did not make more of an effort to learn these skills. While I spent a lot of time doing my own crafting on the floor while watching my mothers foot press down on the sewing machine’s pedal; hovering over (while, really below) her marble slab while she kneaded bread; and weeding upon request, I never really asked for lessons. I certainly picked up a lot through osmosis but I was never exactly an apprentice.
Our gardening season has begun! The motivating force of the Freedom Project along with the peer support of local gardeners on Twitter have inspired me to give it a lot of energy this year.
My attempts in the past have included very successful container tomatoes, a few flowers, herbs, strawberries, lettuce, catnip and a bed of organic veggies that was cursed by shade and then abandoned for a 6 week summer road trip. (Apparently the peas were good, though I wasn’t around to enjoy them.) We took one cherry tomato plant on the road with us to Nova Scotia – I needed to prove to myself that I could grow food and eat the fruits of my labour, though this feat was attempted under ideal or even normal conditions. The trip was hard on Tiny Tim and we left him to retire in Nova Scotia.
This year I resolve to grow more of the food that I eat – and eat more of the food that I grow!