Farm & Garden
Every morning since April 24, Paul Goldstein has set out 30 colored soufflé cups with soapy water in them, a technique called bee bowling.
I put in a full 12 hours on Saturday in my own vegetable garden. While much was accomplished, there is still a tremendous amount to be done.
Their hands were stained red, their backs a little sore, but the smell of strawberries, as though you had stuck your head straight into a strawberry pie, washed over them.
Last Saturday morning the thunderstorm and 45-minute deluge were memorable. I had flashes of lightening right in my kitchen.
There’s something romantic about hay bales dotting the rolling fields of the Vineyard at this time of year, those magical, large pillows that decorate the landscape. And then there’s the smell. Crisp, soft, sweet, it fills the senses (unless of course you are allergic).
It’s haying season again on Island farms.
By LYNNE IRONS
Taking the bad with the good is the nature of life. I was enjoying my morning tea in the garden while watching robins. Suddenly I realized they were unearthing my newly planted and mulched cucumbers in their search for worms. Every one had to be replanted. Why can’t they eat the Colorado potato beetles that have already begun their assault on my eggplants?