Today I had my first home-grown carrot for breakfast.
I found it when I was checking my
flower vegetable pots and boxes because we had a lot of rain the last few nights and I don’t have a draining system for my tiny garden. Curious me decided to see how the carrots and radishes were faring, because especially the former ones are growing pretty close to each other. In the middle of the box I found this lovely carrot, then decided to eat it, as it wouldn’t have grown much bigger anyway – it was nearly as long as the box is deep already, and squeezed in between of some smaller carrots (which now have new room to grow).
When I was a young child and we still lived in a village we had some carrots in our big garden, but when we moved to a small town the soil in our garden there didn’t work for carrots (or the snails ate them all). Last year my first tiny urban garden yielded nothing but some bitter lettuce and a handful of mini-potatoes as the rest of my vegetables dried up in the sun, so this was the very first carrot all planted, cared for, and eaten by be my. It didn’t taste that good (a little on the bitter side), but I don’t care.I don’t now if I told you before, but my plan of decorating the roof in front of our east-facing windows with cornflowers worked! They don’t need a lot of soil, apparently, to bloom in wonderful shades of blue and purple.
I came home from university where I had been tutoring a small group of younger students (nice part-time job – although I had to deal with the odd guy who decided he won’t believe me that [u] is a high vowel …), on my way had I stopped to get some groceries, and when I came home, I felt exhausted despite having had lunch and the day not being advanced beyond 2pm. Somehow I ended up tending to my tiny window sill garden, watering and planting some more, and then I just sat there on my old stool, looking at the green sprouts and leafs, looking out of the window at the departing rain clouds, and thinking. It felt so nice, so peaceful. I like my tiny garden and the earthbound joy it brings. I won’t be able to feed us for more than a few days just on what I grow, but still it makes me feel better and more alive to see the seeds become tiny plants and hopefully tasty vegetables later.
Some time ago we planted a sprouting potato into an old popcorn bucket. Today I decided to harvest because the part above the soil had rotten until it wasn’t connected to the new potatoes anymore, so there was no big hope the potatoes would continue to grow (at least I think so, but I don’t know a lot about potatoes). At first I only found some teeny tiny potatoes the size of my thumbnail, but then there were some bigger ones as well! All in all there is no really big result, now we have about the double overall amount of potato as before (the original one was pretty big), maybe nearly triple if you want to be really optimistic. But nevertheless we have small fresh potatoes from our own window sill now! (Technically this isn’t indoor gardening anymore, as we transferred the bucket to the outside window sill after some days.) Autumn wonders.