The potatoes and peas (in the foreground) are doing well, and we've got lots of carrots, broccoli, spinach, kale, and mixed greens at the moment. I just put the tomato spirals out yesterday, and I either need to get a few more of them, or rig something else up, because I went a little crazy experimenting with different varieties this year.
The banana plant (on the right) is looking happy, but it's unlikely that it will ever produce here. My step-dad lived on a Kibutz in Israel for 17 years, and he worked on a banana plantation while he was there, so the banana tree is his contribution to the garden.
The fig trees down at the end are growing well, and I spotted dozens of little figs sprouting in amongst the leaves.
The gorgeous gate was designed and built by my mom using an old piece of iron that she found at an antique store. There's another one on the other side of the yard, too. Guess what I'm hoping for as a housewarming gift? ;D
My lovely peaches have been reduced to "hairy pits".
While most things in the garden are looking great, my poor little peach tree is looking rather pathetic. It didn't like being uprooted from it's previous home, and the once plump, fuzzy peaches are now deflated and sad (I've since removed them so the tree can focus on making new roots). The original plan was to take all of the trees to our property right away and plant them, but since we're not to the point of building yet, I didn't want to leave them there by themselves without someone to water them regularly. For now, they are in pots on my mother's patio where I can keep an eye on them.
I've been meaning to post this photo of my grandmother for a few days now. We interred her ashes on the weekend, along with her sister's (they died two months apart). Both were buried at the site of my great grandmother's grave.My grandma was a homesteader in the truest sense of the word and was one of northern BC's original pioneers. She and my grandfather raised my mom and her five siblings at their homestead at least 60 miles from the nearest settlement (and that was down a nearly impassable backwoods road, not an easy trip), where they had to deal with medical emergencies themselves - my mom got an axe in the head as a toddler while helping her 4 year old brother chop firewood and they just had to wait it out (she's fine by the way) - and where they actually had things like bear cubs for pets.
One of my favorite stories about my grandma involves her trying to chase a weasel out of her kitchen cupboards by shooting at it with a shotgun (haven't we all had days like that?).
Our lives are very different, but the desire for self reliance has trickled down through the generations, and I am constantly amazed by the strength of the women who came before me.