It's been a strange spring, for sure. But it's finally time to harvest the last of the greens to make room for the tomatoes, peppers, and squash in my mountain raised beds. The early planted tomatoes, eggplants, and peppers have survived, but they vary in how they've coped with the unseasonably low temperatures, too.
The early spring cole crops (direct-seeded) are bolting, although the lettuce that I put in via transplants is still looking great (and it's tasty, too, thanks to cool weather).
I'll be putting in more tomato plants this weekend, as well as sowing beans, squash, etc.!
I harvested lots of chard from the mountain beds earlier in the week (they were starting to bolt).
We had part of it (the harvest) cooked a couple of days ago, but I included the final harvest in a chard salad to take to a local foods potluck this evening. Yum.
I'd not made a fresh chard salad before, amazingly, but chard (chopped finely) is mild in taste, and with some vinaigrette, onions, chives, chive flowers, and some diced purple sweet potatoes -- it made a lovely, colorful, and delicious dish.
I brought some Common Milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) shoots and (dug-up) plants to share with a friend in the mountains. She's "fostering" monarch caterpillars through Monarch Watch (I think). What a great thing to do!
I had plenty of milkweed in the Piedmont, but the chilly spring has meant slow emergence in the mountains. And the numbers of monarchs overwintering was at a really low point this year, so help (for the successive broods as they come north) is especially important.
Planting milkweeds of all sorts, but particularly common milkweed, is especially important, as it helps their journey north, as it takes at least 4 generations to make it to the farthest point!
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Million Pollinator Gardens
Let's get planting!
About this blog
Our gardens (now solely in the mountains of NC) have been increasingly home to native plants, birds, small mammals, and insects of all sorts. My gardening companion (my husband) is equally the gardener in our gardens. Woody, our rescue Golden, puts his own stamp on our gardens. He follows his previous fellow goldens (and my former gardening assistants): Mocha and Chessie. They bring life to our gardens.