The Minnesota Farm Woman

Harvest time ends what has been a mediocre gardening year for me.  We had a snowy spring, I had a late start, and summer must have been around here somewhere,  but I sure as heck don’t remember it being here very long, or perhaps I’m starting to get forgetful. I had (and still have) plenty of tomatoes, thanks to the little hoarding problem I have with tomato plants. Even in a bad year I have bushels. Last year I had so many cucumbers and zucchini that I gave them away by the sackful and this year, I had one. Not one plant, but one zucchini. The plants were smothered by the winter squash and pumpkin vines which took over half the garden. My cucumbers failed twice. The first batch didn’t come up and the next planting was taken over by the sugar snap peas that just wouldn’t quit.  I love those sweet crispy peas but sure did miss the cucumbers.  My sunflowers, which threatened to take over the garden last year and grew seven feet tall barely came up this year, and should bloom about the time we get our first heavy frost.  I planted my cabbage in black landscaping fabric, and they have thrived.  I have plenty of both red and green, and not even one of those ugly garden slugs which have plagued me in seasons past.  Now don’t laugh, because my years in the south will show here, but I really want to grow watermelon and sweet potatoes in my garden.  I have planted them before with my usual sense of eager anticipation, only to be disappointed every time.  This year, I planted six sweet potato plants and found room for them behind the extra tomatoes that I didn’t need but bought anyway.  The same day, I planted two yellow watermelon plants which “guaranteed the sweet taste of summer and sunshine”.  I always fall for that kind of stuff.  Although the vines took off, I soon lost them under the giant leaves of the Big Max pumpkins.  How could the doting grandmother of a baby named Max NOT buy those seeds?  When our usually hot August temperatures kept dipping into the 40’s, I threw up my hands and decided to give up on my heat-loving favorites.  Today I’ve been harvesting the remnants of my garden as there are frost warnings out for tonight.  I tossed a couple of immature pumpkins into the chicken bucket along with carrot tops, weeds, and soft tomatoes. As I dug up my little sweet potatoes I had to laugh. Instead of nice round potatoes, I had a few small roots shaped like carrots, some of them entwined together as if they were trying to keep warm. I know just how they feel.  I will steam the little darlings, skin and all, and toss them with butter, salt, and pepper. I would give you a taste, but there’s not enough in the entire harvest to make more than a meal or two. When I started slicing the immature pumpkins into chicken-sized pieces, I was surprised to discover that one was a yellow watermelon! It was as small as a softball and full of seeds, and I couldn’t resist taking a bite or two. On this Sunday afternoon with a nip of Fall in the air, I finally got to enjoy that sweet homegrown taste of summer and sunshine.