Have a great weekend, friends.
*for my baby. Your baby might hate them.
Well, it’s hard to believe my little baby is a month old. He’s also not so little. Need proof? Here he is at 2 days old…
And here he is two days ago.
He’s grown by a quarter at least!
Anyway, all in all, he’s a great kid. He’s very adaptable, easy going, and smily, even at one month. However, he is still a one month old, and sleep doesn’t always come easy to him. Obviously, I want to help him sleep as much as I can, but my arms can only bounce a 9.5 lb baby for so long before the burn is just unbearable. Having Anthony and my mother-in-law around helps enormously, but we all use these different tools to help him catch up on some zzzz’s.
The book The Happiest Baby on the Block is truly a life saver. The 5 S’s are magical in how effective they are 95% of the time (the other 5%, I’m pretty sure he has genuine gas). The techniques not only help Ethan, but they help me feel like a confident and competent mom, which is priceless. One note: I first started the book while pregnant, and put it down in disgust. “Why is this man, a famous pediatrician, writing like I’m a 5 year old reader? It is so condescending.” Well, after Ethan was born, I re-opened it, and got it. It wasn’t condescending. It’s written for moms and dads who haven’t slept in weeks and have lost their mental faculties. It’s awesome.
The Halo Sleep Sack is another essential for us. We tried using baby blankets to swaddle, as well as three brands of of pre-made versions that were gifted to us, and the Halo is by far our favorite (to the point that we bought an extra!) It’s the only one that really keeps his arms in. However, my sister’s baby (not a baby anymore!) was a devoted Miracle Blanket baby, so your mileage may vary. I’d recommend trying a few and seeing how it works for you. The most important thing we’ve learned is that for them to work, they have to be tight. Like, super tight. If he can get their arms out, he hits himself in the face and wakes himself up. True story.
The Cloud b Sleep Sheep is such an essential that we’re about to buy another one for the car, just in case. We’ve been trying to be fairly minimalistic with baby purchases, but this guy – WOW. He makes 4 sounds, and the ocean sound keeps E asleep at night. White noise is so helpful to keeping him asleep, as apparently in the womb, it was loud and white noisy all the time. The only thing I’d change is to have a white noise machine that has the option to stay on all night, not just for 45 minutes, as when he wakes himself up in the middle of the night, it’s silent and he cries. Sad face.
Solly baby wrap. Oh my goodness, how I love this wrap. It’s soft, light weight, and gets him to conk out when nothing else will. I also love that they’re made in the US and the company is owned by mama extraordinare Elle Rowley. However, wraps are yet another personal preference thing – there are so many ways to “wear” your baby, and the Solly is just one of many fabulous choices.
These are tools that have been working for us, though of course there is no guarantee that they will continue to do so – the joys of parenthood! Would love to hear what has worked for you, as well!
Amazing how time has flown. I wrote this 8 days after Ethan was born, but he’s turning a month old on Thursday – I was waiting for a time to put the photos in, and apparently that is 20 days :-). Since I know family is reading this, I have tried to make it as ungraphic as possible. However, if you’re not into reading about dilation or cervixes, I’d recommend skipping this post. Also, of course, this is just my experience, and is not in any way encouraging anyone else to make the choices I did.
It’s hard to imagine life before Ethan arrived. Even though he’s only 8 days old, I truly can’t remember life without him. These past weeks have been amazing, challenging, and delightful. Of course, sleep is now at a massive premium and I can’t imagine how anyone goes through the birth of a child without family support (I’ve had my mom here until last Sunday, and my dad, sister, brother-in-law and niece all came for the first few days, which was completely incredible). However, before the actual story of his birth disappears, I wanted to write it down, not only for my memory books, but because his birth was a joyous, vibrant, playful and fun experience.
When I was pregnant, I read so many birth stories, and so many of them were horror, or at least, very dramatic experiences. I had no idea how fun birth could be. I also heard so many horrible things about epidurals, hence my intense desire to avoid one. However, the epidural gave me the ability to be present in a way I could not otherwise have had, and gave me the birth of my dreams. Of course, parts of it were completely unexpected, but what would birth be without surprises!
My labor started Tuesday night, March 31st, in a totally textbook fashion. We were at home, and I had been having mild cramps all day. I was 5 days overdue and starting to feel a wee bit desperate. So, I was absolutely thrilled when clear contractions started at around 5:30pm, first 10 minutes apart, then 8, then 7, then 6. I texted our amazing doulas, Michelle and Corinne, and told them what was happening. They’d been texting me daily to check in, give me coping tips, and helping me get through the last few very uncomfortable weeks of pregnancy. So, I was so excited to tell them that labor had finally started! I used all sorts of birth positions they had taught, as well as the ones from birth class, which really helped with coping.
At about 10:00pm, they advised I get some sleep before labor really picked up. I was feeling so excited, but decided to follow their advice. I was so upset to wake up at 1:00am, labor having completely stopped. I ended up crying to Anthony because I was so upset. There is definitely a certain time in pregnancy when you feel like the baby will never come out, and that was that time for me. After the tears, I went back to sleep and woke up feeling refreshed. In hindsight, I am really grateful I had that amazing sleep, as it would be the last time I had a good nights sleep for the foreseeable future. 🙂
The next day, April 1st, my mom (who had been staying with us for over a week – what an amazing woman she is!) wanted to make me feel better, so we went for lunch and reflexology. Reflexology was fantastic, and I dozed off to sleep in the chair. I woke up to thinking my water had broken! I wasn’t sure, however, so I called the doulas, who told me the main options, which included go to the hospital, or wait it out. I decided to wait it out, as I just wasn’t sure what was happening and didn’t feel ready to go to the hospital yet, especially as if my water broke without contractions, they would start a countdown clock for delivery. However, I decided to check in with my incredible midwife, who advised I come in for a check at 8pm that night, and either way, if contractions hadn’t started, I’d be sent home until the following day.
So, mom and I grabbed some lunch (a vegetable-heavy noodle dish which I regretted profusely later), finished our errands, and headed home at around 3:00pm.
At around 6:00pm, contractions started up again, but this time, went from 10 minute to 7 minute to 4 minute intervals over the course of 21 minutes. They were dramatically more intense than the contractions from the day before, and required my full concentration. I called the midwife, who told me to get in the shower and see if they slowed. Lo and behold, at about 7:00, they fizzled out again. I called my midwife one more time, and asked if I could skip coming into the hospital that night, as the contractions had stopped and I just wanted to go to sleep. She approved, so I decided to relax on the couch. I told the doulas I would be going to bed. However, within half an hour, the contractions started up again – and didn’t stop. As in, there was absolutely no break between contractions. I tried some of the positions we learned about in Bradley Method to ease labor pain, which had helped so much the day before, but today, and they made it so much worse. I was also incredibly sick to my stomach, and shaking like a leaf. Within 20 minutes, we decided to go straight to the hospital as I was in incredibly intense and ceaseless pain. Anthony was amazing throughout the whole process. My mom held my hand on the 30 minute drive to the hospital, during which I had 11 contractions. By the time we got to the hospital, I could barely move. We got to the labor ward, and I knew in my heart I needed an epidural and felt no guilt or remorse. However, the on duty midwife had to check me first to make sure I was dilated enough to be admittable.
She wasn’t the most empathetic person, and kept asking me questions and seemed very impatient when I couldn’t answer during a contraction, which were coming between 1 and 3 minutes apart. When she did check me, though, her expression changed. While I was only 3 cm dilated, I was 85% effaced and +1 station (with +3 being crowning and +4 out). So, that explained the intense contractions and difficulty – he was already very much in the birth canal. Michelle the doula arrived, and instantly was so incredibly helpful, getting me water and juice, helping me try different positions (none of which made the pain more maneagable, sadly) and suggesting a bath, which was a life changer. The nurse started the IV (which was also very helpful, leading me to think I may have been dehydrated even though I had been drinking tons that day). I got in the bath, and Anthony poured warm water over me. The anesthesiologist arrived quite promptly, and went through the disclosure while I was in the bath, as I refused to move under any circumstances. He was truly lovely, and patiently waited for contractions to tell me the risks of the epidural. If I had been more able to speak, I would have mentioned that I’m a clinical researcher and read the consent well before I was in labor, but I just let it go. Ego check. 😉
The epidural took about 20 minutes to kick in, but when it did, the birth of my dreams happened. Truly. When I visualized the birth, I really wanted it to be a joyous celebration of life. I wanted it to feel peaceful and serene. Perhaps that was totally unrealistic, but I didn’t want to visualize myself miserable and in agony, so I chose to visualize joy. For me, the epidural gave me the relief from the fear and sensation to have that exact experience. I was able to connect to people, I felt truly happy, and my body felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. I even wonder now if I could have dilated as easily without it, as I was so terrified from the intensity of the pain. Michelle the doula was amazing – she kept me hydrated, and helped me switch positions throughout the night. Even with the epidural, I felt the pressure from the contractions, could feel and move my legs, and felt great. Ethan was a trooper even before birth – his heart rate was perfect and strong. After the epidural was administered, the contractions got regular and strong, although they remained clustered for quite a while at the beginning, with three at 1 minute apart and then 1 5 minutes later. The midwife pretty much left me alone from the first check (10pm), and except for a few verbal check-ins, let me labor in peace without any mention of any further interventions. I tried to sleep but found it nearly impossible, particularly as I could still feel sensation, it just wasn’t painful.
The next morning at around 7am, the angel midwife Laila came in. Coincidentally, she looked so much like my dear friend Laila from college who is also an OB, so I did a massive double take. She was fantastic – so funny, warm and real. When she checked me, it turned out that I was fully dilated and he was +2 – so we were ready to push! I found this really interesting, as I felt no urge to push, so they let me hang out for a few hours. At 8:00am, my midwife Michelle came by to say hello. She sat with me and chatted, and was just incredible. She said she’d be back by lunch to meet the baby. By 10:00am, I was feeling intense pressure and was ready to push him out! It was amazing to be surrounded by such wonderful people – the lovely nurses I had gotten to know through the evening, Michelle the doula, my mom and of course, Anthony. Anthony really shone during pushing – counting to help me push, and being so encouraging. Pushing came very easily to me, even with the epidural. I was able to use the squat bar, and had tons of support and gentle encouragement – no yelling like in the movies. Ethan himself also helped – between contractions, he kept coming out by himself! It was amazing. At 10:35, with one final push, he came right out and was placed on my belly. Anthony was originally going to announce the sex, but it was a bit hard to miss. I said, “honey, I hate to break it to you, but it’s a boy!” Anthony had been positive it was a girl, but we were both overjoyed to meet our beautiful son. They let us have skin to skin for at least an hour. He was so alert, and instantly started crawling up to try and feed (I admit, I gave him a bit of help to latch on). The nurses all took bets on his weight, all guessing 7-7.5 pounds. However, when the pediatric nurse came in to put him on the scale, she said “woah, that is no 7.5 pound baby!” He was almost exactly 9 lbs, and 22 inches long.
So, that’s the story. Recovery has been fairly uneventful – I definitely tried to do too much too quickly, so had to cut back on activity until now (a month after) and am only now starting to go on real walks and feel myself. However, he’s been amazing – so adaptable, so much fun, and so precious. I feel so, so lucky to be his mom, and I can’t wait to get to know him better!
Photos courtesy of Anthony van der Hoorn and Terry Berenson
What a great, if gray and rainy weekend! Hopefully, it will be our last weekend as a twosome, and we had a lot of fun…doing exactly what we do every weekend. Garden work, farmer’s market, chicken coop building, cooking, and watching movies.
Apple strudel muffins from Practical Paleo. These were so good. Thank God they’re healthy, as we ate 12 in two days. Baked goods, even grain-free ones, are no match for us.
Farmer’s market kale with red onions. Amazing dinner – kale, roasted sweet potato and parsnips, a fried egg and some thinly sliced pork chop (1/4 chop each) with balsamic vinegar. So simple, so yummy.
Our chickens are almost too big for the dog crate! On a whim, we put a dowel in for them to roost, and the birds are obsessed with it. There are always a minimum of 2 hanging out on it, and it’s pretty adorable when all of them are there.
Our chicken coop is ALMOST done! It’s so amazing how talented and brilliant my husband is – he saw a few photos, and designed this coop from photos. It’s sturdy, beautiful, streamlined, and elegant. He is such a badass.
If at first you don’t succeed, replant your seedlings. I tried a few varieties of tomato and tomatillo (pictured) and three types of kale. The rest I’ll either direct seed or buy as starts, as I do not have enough faith in my soil block medium to invest the time and energy into a bunch of seeds at this point. However, we have at least one tomato seedling, so 1 out of 60 ain’t bad.
PS anyone with experience – does it look like the block medium is too chunky? I think it is, but don’t have enough experience.
Finally, dinner highlight was definitely cheeseburgers with slow-cooked onions and kale salad.
My mom comes today, and will stay until baby is born which is just too exciting. My mom and I are so close, and she will be at the birth which is just awesome. Provided I don’t go into labor in the next six hours and have a 1 hour and 45 minute labor like my sister did. Which, I have to say, if that happens I will not complain.
No, I don’t mean the delightful concoction served in McDonald’s the world over. I mean what I made last night, using nothing but pastured, organic, locally-grown, custom butchered and all together fancy pork steak. Read this as very expensive. Ugh.
It’s been a rough week for farm learning for me. This morning caught me sobbing hysterically that nearly all my seedlings had died, even though I carefully watered them and followed all of Dr. Google’s instructions (give me a break, I am nearly 10 months pregnant. Hysterical sobs, although rare, are just par for the course.) I just feel so inadequate – this is my full time job at this point, and I can’t even keep a couple of seedlings alive.
Since most of what I’ve done professionally and studied has been my strengths (reading, analysis, research, etc.) it’s shocking and feels appalling to me how bad I can be at some things that involve feel and experience. Like making the planting medium (most likely why the seedlings failed) – the instructions say in the consistency of putty or concrete. This sent me for a touch of a tailspin, because I just couldn’t quite figure out if my soil mix was concrete, or more peanut butter? How much water, exactly, do I need, for a soil mix that I created and is therefore not exactly like any other soil mix out there?
After my episode of hysteria, that definitely involved some cuddles from a patient husband and a confused dog…
I was ready to throw the whole thing out and give up. However the nice and hard thing about our life now is that really isn’t an option. For the first time, we’re choosing to rely on ourselves to create our food, even if it’s only 2% this year. If I give up until “next year,” that 2% will never grow. So, I started again, and I made more soil blocks with more water. This time, they stayed put. We’ll see how they go.
Oh, and the pink slime? I now know that if you want to ground sausage in the vitamin, you need to do it in very small batches on a low speed. Also, that anything with lots of spices and salt tastes pretty good when mixed with sweet potatoes or thrown in a soup. Also, that my sweet and incredible husband will eat anything if it’s called sausage, and will tell me how delicious it is.
What’s your most recent kitchen disaster? Come on, make me feel better 😉
First of all, Happy St. Patrick’s day to those who celebrate. Happy Israeli election day to the rest of you ;-).
After yesterday’s post on pregnancy reflections, I find myself sitting on my bum, typing on my computer on the couch, while staring out the window at a truly beautiful day on our farm. I have been outside a little bit and ran some errands. but I just don’t currently have the energy to even go for a walk. I just want to crash on the couch with the hubs and the pooch. This is hard for me, as I so want to continue the “perfect pregnancy” illusion, even to myself. I want to be the person who goes into labor due to a 3 or 10 mile hike in the woods, followed by a squeaky clean paleo meal and a raspberry leaf tea. Not doing what I’m currently doing, which is just sitting on my bum, waiting for…what? Labor? Inspiration? A combination?
Today’s breakfast was pizza. Grain-free pizza, I hasten to say, but pizza.
I just have to remember that today is just a day. It’s not anything other than a 24 hour cycle. A day is not a moral issue. Assuming I don’t hurt anyone, including myself, and I take care of my responsibilities, that’s enough for now. Everything happens, not just for a reason, but for the lesson.
Well, I’m almost 38 weeks pregnant, and have barely written a single word on being what it’s been like. Part of it is because life has been so intense and busy and moment to moment for the past six months. Part of it is also because this pregnancy has been remarkably, amazingly easy. Except for some early morning sickness and general fatigue, the most surprising and delightful part of pregnancy has been how totally normal I’ve felt.
I was 8 weeks pregnant, and fancied I had a bump. Oh, how little I knew of bumpage ;-).
I think a lot of what made pregnancy easier on a spiritual and psychological level had to do with how much getting pregnant clarified what we really wanted. Anthony and I knew we wanted to get out of New York, but I was on a hardcore PhD track that seemed challenging to get off of, especially considering how much I did enjoy it, despite the constant stress and lack of money. We also have wanted to start a farm together for years, but it always seemed like a “someday” goal, rather than a “jump in” goal. It was an incredible gift from the universe that I got pregnant, and within a few days, we decided that we were moving out of the familiarity of New York and starting the life we really wanted. The kiddo gave us that, and for that, I will always be profoundly grateful.
On our honeymoon – 10 weeks pregnant.
While I found out I was pregnant in August and stopped working in October, we have been incredibly busy for the entire pregnancy. We travelled between five states and three countries (Anthony far more, actually). We went on our honeymoon, spent time with family and friends, and found our farm. We bought chickens, planted fruit trees and seedlings, met so many wonderful new friends, and got acclimated to living in an utterly different place.
Not the prettiest photo, but I was about four months pregnant.
Even though we were constantly moving around, probably the best gift I was able to give myself, which only could happen because of our precipitous circumstance of being unemployed and childless, was and has been tons of sleep. Whenever I haven’t felt well, I’ve been able to lie down and rest, which has made the process so much easier. I also feel like I’ve put a premium on my health and wellbeing in focused way, which has also helped – lots of walking, some yoga, healthy and balanced meals, no sugar or wheat, and occasionally giving in to my gluten- and sugar-free cravings have all made a profound difference.
The great thing about moving to the farm is being forced to be active at least for a portion of each day. When we got a cord of firewood, I wasn’t going to let Anthony have all the fun of stacking it himself, regardless of whether I was 30 weeks pregnant.
The garlic wasn’t going to plant itself, and what better a way to get the baby in the ideal position than crawling around in the chicken brooder? While I might not have had the skills to build the mantle of our fireplace, I was able to lovingly sand and finish it (wearing a respirator and using an all-natural, no emission finish). I made sure that I was being careful about lifting anything heavy, and always stopping if it felt like too much, but in general, I’ve strived to do all that I can to be an active participant on the farm, and of course, just in setting up the house and making it ready for baby.
Baby is now due in two weeks, and I’m working on the surrender that baby will come out when he or she is ready. As a person who cherishes the illusion of control, allowing myself to just surrender to “baby time” is a challenge, but one that is helping me grow. I was reading my old journal the other day, and was able to see on paper how neurotic and afraid I was all the time. I don’t feel that way anymore. We’ll see what happens when baby is on the outside, however – one day at a time.
Well, that sounds elegant, doesn’t it? A custom chicken brooder. Makes me picture a picturesque corner of the barn, decked out with little chicken arm chairs and bookshelves. It doesn’t bring to mind the ramshackle dog crate combined with cardboard and twine that currently resides in our living room, but hey! I’m trying to learn how to be scrappy.
Anyway, after being a chicken keeper for all of three weeks, I am shocked by how much I’ve learned about how to keep chicks, and the people raising them, happy campers.
1) Give them much, much more space than you think they need. When we got them, they were teeny-tiny (and stinking adorable) and six little chicks very easily fit in our rubbermaid bin.
However, after two incredibly short weeks, they went from stinking adorable to just plain stinkers (thankfully not in terms of odor, as we added pine shavings for deep litter bedding as soon as they figured out how to feed themselves – more on that in a moment.) They were incredibly loud, pokey at each other (not violent, but not particularly lovey-dovey either) and constantly climbing all over each other. They also continuously made their water filthy, and we had to refill their bedding almost every day because it became so soiled. So, we decided it was time to move them to more palatial circumstance, and the change has been incredible. If I could go back in time, I’d have started them in the dog crate and not bothered with the smaller space.
2) Keep their food and water separate from their play area. Funny story: we bought 20 lbs of Scratch and Peck organic, non-GMO, soy and corn free feed for our little flock. Within 16 days, over 3/4 of it was gone. At first, I was so impressed that they were eating so much, but also a little overwhelmed – they were easily going through two quarts a day. Being super pregnant and a bit brain dead, I also didn’t notice how quickly their rubbermaid brooder was filling up. It was only after about a week that I noticed that their six inches of bedding wasn’t just pine chips, but was in fact almost entirely food that they threw out of their feeder. I was more than a little annoyed, to say the least. So, first we raised their feeder and water onto a small box (the kind used for boxed soup) which helped a bit, but what really made a difference was a) changing the type of feeder and b) raising both the food and water onto a big box so they have to fly up six inches to eat.
Now, I only have to change their water once a day (instead of 5-6 times) and their food every 2-3 days (instead of twice a day.) I also recommend a box with a shiny finish, as it’s very easy to wipe clean with a damp cloth. You could also, of course, use wood, but I needed a quick fix.
3) Use deep litter. Trust me on this – deep litter makes a word of difference when it comes to chickens. It not only pretty much eliminates odor, (it has a rustic, pine-y smell which I find totally pleasant) but the chicks LOVE it. They scratch in it, play in it, jump on it, sleep in it, you name it. Also, if you compost and/or have access to a compost heap, the pine shavings combined with the nitrogen rich droppings are a fabulous addition to your heap, so there’s little to no waste. I don’t plan on emptying out the shavings until they are in their coop – instead, I’ll just add about an inch at a time of shavings whenever it looks low or dirty. Again, now that they’re in a larger brooder than they need (for now, at least) this is probably an every 3-4 day job.
4) If at all possible, splurge on a heater, versus a lamp. This is really up to you and your budget. I am a firm believer that the expense of a chick should mostly come from their food, as whether you raise them for eggs or meat, you will also be consuming that food. I’ve seen incredibly fancy brooders with chicks that seem equally content to our brooders, which were $10 and free, respectively. That being said, I absolutely adore our Brinsea Ecoglow brooder heater (<— affiliate link!) and wouldn’t use anything else, even though it is literally 8 times the price of a standard lamp. However, with standard lamps comes a significant fire risk, as well as a good amount of risk of either over or under-heating the chicks. Six of our seven original chicks have thrived under this heater (one died, but it seemed just a failure to thrive after two days of being home) and have had no pasty butt or other common chick issues. Considering we’re out and about so much, not having to worry about the lamp falling and catching on fire is absolutely worth the cost, plus the fact that the chicks seem to use it like a mother hen – going under for comfort, and coming out for food and play, makes it seem worth it.
5) Use what you have whenever possible. Just like the honey badger (I know, such a vintage reference) chicks don’t really give a shit. As long as they have warmth, food, water, and some companionship from other chicks, they don’t need much at all to be happy and healthy. We used Chewy’s old dog crate (we apparently thought she’d grow up to be a Great Dane?) with twine and cardboard, but could just as easily have used a refrigerator box or an old cabinet turned on its side if that is what was around. Chicks poo on everything, so having a cardboard liner for whatever you use definitely makes cleanup easier.
Hopefully, these tips will help you design a brooder that is right for you and your flock!
This weekend was a bit of a whirlwind, but a fun one! We had lots of time with friends, outside, working, and playing. What could be better?
The weekend started Friday afternoon by picking up 140 pounds of pastured pork from Misty Morning farms, butchered at Matt’s Custom Meats up in Kelso, WA. It was a long drive, but the mountain views can’t be beat.
The above is barely a fraction of the meat. We asked to keep everything, including the fat to render for lard, so we have at least 25 pounds of just pig fat. Amazing.
Saturday morning, I put up the decals in the (almost) finished nursery. Since Anthony is from Australia, we wanted the baby to have a strong sense of it’s heritage. It may be confused that bamboo has blue leaves, but whatevs.
We took a beautiful walk up the road. Every day, I’m in such awe of the amazing natural surroundings we have, and how much it changes every day with the impending spring.
We also checked our garden beds with the garlic, which are still looking good and weed free.
We also got our fruit trees in the mail from GrowOrganic.com and plan to plant them throughout the week.
We bought three cherries, four apples, two pears, and a peach. We’ll see how they go!
As Anthony worked on the mantle for the fireplace, I built our growing (and exceedingly annoying, although very cute) chicks a home more appropriately sized for their growing selves. We went from this:
Funny story. The crate was originally Chewy’s. Apparently, we thought she was going to go from 10 pounds to a german shepherd. No such lock, but the chickens are loving it! I felt very
Finally, our incredibly sweet and generous neighbors threw us a “welcome to the neighborhood” party. We got to meet some of our new neighbors, including a couple who gave us a custom-written gardening book for our area. How sweet! There is nothing like having amazing neighbors.
I tell you, after this weekend, the moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. Can’t wait to see what this week will bring!
If you google “planting garlic in the Spring in Oregon,” the most frequent advice that comes back is, “don’t.” Apparently, garlic needs the long, cold winter to develop a root system to create big, juicy bulbs for your roasting or tomato sauce pleasure. Unfortunately, as is often our style, we saw the organic seed garlic and bought it, and then looked up those minor details of such things as when you put it in the ground.
We have three garden beds up the back of the house that were sorely neglected, so we decided to broad fork, weed and plant two of them out with garlic, with the justification that even if the garlic is a failure, at least those beds won’t be wasted. Here’s how we planted it out, using a combination of advice from Organic Gardening and my favorite blogger Erica from Northwest Edible Life (notice that her post, written in October, says to plant that day).
The first step was to gently break the cloves from the bulb, doing whatever I could to keep the papery skin on.
The next step was to soak the garlic cloves in a seaweed and baking soda mix, of 1 tbsp each to 1 quart of water. We used three quarts for each of our garlic varietals: Nootka Rose, Late Italian Purple, and St. Helens. I left them to soak while we
To start, here is how the beds looked when we started.
So, using a combination of our Meadow Creature Broadfork, our garden fork, and my hori hori knife, Anthony and I turned the beds into this:
As you can see on my face, being almost 9 months pregnant and broadforking/weeding a garden bed is kind of a lot of work. I look forward to the day when bending over a garden bed doesn’t feel like an Olympic workout.
After we got out every
damn weed and blade of grass, we raked in some organic compost that we picked up at our local feed store.
After that, the beds were ready to plant. Once again, I used my hori hori knife (Even though this was my first gardening project, I can easily see that this will become my favorite, indispensable tool) to dig the holes. Also, once I realized my profound lack of depth perception extended to distance between holes, I used the handy ruler on the back of the knife to measure the bulbs six inches apart. If
I weren’t lazy and had cleared out the third bed this was autumn, I would have done them inches apart on all sides, but considering it’s spring and they probably won’t grow that big anyway, I stuck with six inches.
After that, all that was left to do was drop in the garlic gloves, flatter side down.
After we did that, we covered the beds with straw that we found in the chicken coop on the property, and I proceeded to sleep for about 4 hours.
Hopefully, in 4-6 weeks, we’ll see some garlic greens/scapes, which would be awesome as I love to cook with them when I can (only taking a few as it’s not great for garlic growth, from what I’ve read.)
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering what Chewy was doing while I was planting said garlic?
Discovering the joys of digging up a lawn the way only a city dog can. My fault.
What are you excited to plant this season?
If you’re not planning on planting, what are you excited to eat this season?