On the original blog I've mentioned gardening in strange places, because that's how we do it. I think the first mention might have been in 2009 back in Brooklyn, with the tomato plant in the window sill. The next might have been from the Dwyce house in Austin, and Auntie Martha's backyard garden. In our own apartment in Austin we had a balcony garden.
Balcony gardens are where we're at at this moment. And since it doesn't get nearly as hot here (holy cow it's 83!) as it does in Central Texas, our heat loving tomatoes weren't exactly a bumper crop this year. Also, there's not exactly enough sunlight.
But this picture caused me to label it the Lonely Harvest:
Yup. Those are our two beefsteak tomatoes. The red one, while fully grown here, was slightly smaller than a golf ball. That made the flavor super-great, but the skin was a little tough. It was seriously delicious; we ate it yesterday at breakfast (eggs and market sage-cheddar with left-over rice and sausage, with the tomato on top)(leftovers and eggs: a tip from Tony).
Then I started looking around our garden to see what we had left. Earlier we were able to get some broccoli, but it was only enough to snack on in the raw. As of that day, the one a few days back, our dill had bolted and gone to seed, but was very good. We used the seeds a few times, even crushing them with the mortar and pestle and adding the powder to vinegar to add to a sweet potato salad dish:
Our rosemary soldiers away, getting plucked on average twice a week for things I'm cooking. I don't use very much...
And here are our pollinators. We have a working agreement: I don't bother them deliberately, they get to pollinate our flowering plants and anyone else's; they stay out of the house, and I don't set them and their nest on fire. It's worked out fine so far:
Wasps...both they and we want peace, so there's peace. If only certain parties in the world could learn the lesson that we've learned on our Balcony Garden...and if it were only that easy...
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