An interesting day. Work at home, go out to fetch emergency mulch, lock myself out, hop the fence to break in again, cycle to a meeting at Brooklyn Bridge Park, cycle home, scurry into the garden with bags of just delivered mulch.
The weather swings wild this week. Midweek it was T-shirts and flip-flops for a walk in the hood on my usual errand route. Balmy. Then came a crazy wind. The next three nights we will dip well below freezing, and on Saturday it's supposed to be 16'F/-9'C. So...those tender green shoots and buds appearing in the garden are going to be frost fried. Then there are the darn potatoes. I know. My fault. In an effort to stave of the worst I bought some bags of cedar mulch from our local hardware store and mounded it in rows over the most vulnerable plants. Interesting experiment. By the way, far right, above? The leaves of the saffron crocus whose flowers I harvested last November.
The tatsoi is beginning to look very good after overwintering but I decided to pick half of it. A subterranean line of purple potatoes is planted between the tatsoi rows.
The tatsoi needs a very good soaking to dislodge grit (and oyster shell) and then I think I will wilt it and serve it with nothing but a slosh of sweetened soy.
Guess what that is? Monkshood. It bloomed well into November. Very pretty spring foliage. They are all ready to rock and roll, so I dumped some mulch on them too. I'll scrape it all off early next week.