What a difference in the little collection of raised beds I call StumbleBum Farms from the situation in May! Back then, I wasn’t sure anything would really grow. Today, I’m thinking I’ll need a flamethrower to harvest my mini-jungle. It all stems from my inability to ruthlessly prune or cull anything. If I grow it, I can’t bear to pull it up. Couple that with not being here every day, and you have a garden that runs riot. No matter, it’s still producing food, so I guess that’s the main point. In fact, it’s astounding what you can produce in a tiny bit of space with a little bit of effort and a whole lot of ignorance. I’m proof of that. What I don’t know about gardening and farming would fill several large leather-bound volumes. And I still manage to feed us through most of the summer.
Let’s take a quick tour starting with a scene-setting overview:
After a late start, my melons are finally starting to ripen. We’ve already eaten some cantalope with prociutto wrapped around it. Delicious. Then there are the mystery melons. They don’t look like the pictures of anything on the seed packets. They may be Honeydews, although they were supposed to be Icebox Watermelons. Although we did get some of the latter. I broke the first harvest open this morning.
I mixed the first watermelon with Bellweather Farms Sheep’s Milk Yogurt from nearby Petaluma. Sheep’s milk has a higher fat content but way more minerals and other good stuff than cow’s milk. Plus it’s easier to digest for people like me who are lactose-intolerant. (No, I just will NOT tolerate lactose. I’ve had enough of its tricks.)