It’s Short Winter—the pause
between Harvest and Yule— and time to evaluate the growing season. (Long Winter
comes after New Year’s, when it feels like the clouds will never lift again).
It has been raining steadily for days; there is thirteen inches of rainwater in
the barrel I left by the leaf pile in the driveway several weeks ago. The
clouds have moved in again for another bout this evening.
We have food stashed away all over the house—40 pounds of
various squashes, 60 pounds of onions, several varieties of apples, some
beeswax, ten fruitcakes, and a couple of cabbage are tucked into the larder.
There are about one hundred pounds of potatoes in milkcrates under the cellar
stairs. In the cellar, on the shelves, are rows of canned and dried
fruits—peaches, plums, apples, cherries, blueberries, figs, all picked within a
bike ride of the house—as well as roast tomatoes in convenient half pint jars,
jars of grape and cherry juice, pickles, and honey. The other side of the shelf
holds dried beans, oatmeal, and whaet purchased from local farmers, and bulk
goods, like tea, tuna fish, and Annie’s Mac and Cheese, that we order from the
co-op. Even though our garden is buried under leaves and the CSA has ended, it
is easy to eat locally right now. We just walk downstairs. It was a good year
in the valley.
Here, it was a really good year for potatoes. Moving the
extra beds into our backyard and bringing the potato beds home made a huge
difference in production. I was able to monitor and water just enough to
produce our largest crop ever. Some people may be able to pull off an allotment
garden by visiting twice a week, but I can’t. We had a bumper apple crop as
well. I dried several quart sized bags for Christmas presents and made extra
applesauce. Next year, I’m going to juice them and can the surplus. Jean next
door had an exceptional cherry year and we both benefited. We also had good
luck, although some weird moments, with the bees. In the valley, it was a good
year for squashes and carrots.
We had a few problems, as always. Stringy green beans have
been an issue for two years now, but this year, the green beans just did not
grow. They sprouted, came up about six inches, and stopped. Weird. Wax beans,
in the same bed, were fine. It was also not a good squash year; I planted them
in the furthest bed, which has always been a problem area. The same plants that
took over the year before just sat there.
I moved the blueberry bushes out of that bed and into barrels, which
wandered all over the backyard, looking for a final home.
I learned a few things. First, there should be more than
one spring bed. One for leafy plants that we chow down on and empty by
mid-July, like mustard, broccoli, radishes, and peas. Another needs to hold the early in, but long lasting crops, like
celery and cabbage. I still have celery plants in the spring bed, which I
trimmed last week for soup. There’s still a small cabbage or two out there as
well, fenced off from the chickens. With three more beds, the contents have to
be managed tightly so that all are chicken tractors before planting time. I
need to study the furthest bed, to see why it does not do well. And, I have to
manage the beehives so that we do not have the very weird stack of boxes that
is balanced in the back yard right now.
All in all, it was a good year. Not great, but good. Now
is the time to eat from the root cellars, read books, and visit with friends.
Next year begins on New Year’s Day, when I break out the seed catalogs.
Winter Squash Bread
1.5 T of yeast, proofed in--
3 cups of water, warm
1.5 T salt
Add:
1 cup of cooked, mashed squash
.5 t cloves or cinnamon
6.5 cuips of flour—half whole wheat, half white
Mix, cover, let rise on the counter for two hours. Place
in the fridge overnight to cool and firm up a bit. The next morning, divide in
half, form into balls, and bake on a baking stone until done—about 40 minutes.
450 degree oven
You can bake both loaves at once, save half of the dough
for a few days, or form some into Lucia Buns or Thanksgiving rolls.