Swallowtail

During the Lubbock years, mom grew a lot of dill.  I don’t recall her ever using it, but I do remember her saying that she mainly grew it for the swallowtail butterflies, as they had a preference for it.  I still remember those beautiful little creatures and their iconic striped larvae.

So I’m naturally pleased whenever I see them now.  They had a fondness of my garden a few years back.

A female Palilio polyxenes

Recently, as I went to harvest some dill for my pickling endeavor, I noticed one of these little caterpillars, so permanently etched into memory.

But, despite me actively using the dill, he can stay.

–Simon

Strawberries

A month ago, we had picked up some old wooden boxes for a strawberry garden.  My own experience with strawberries generally went like this: I would plant some plants, watch hopefully as some berries grew, then collapsed in despair as the day they ripen an insect had beat me to them.  But Liz was hopeful.

And her hopes were not dashed upon the rocks.  This last weekend I was tending to my garden and saw these (tasty):

Aside from the Japanese beetles, the bugs have been rather merciful to our produce.  In light of these successes, garden expansion plans are in discussion.

–Simon

Pickles

This is the Year of the Cucumber.  And because of this bonanza, I needed to do something with all the extras.  One family can only eat so much cucumber salad, after all.

So I thought I’d try making pickles, as I so predicted I would.  Know thyself, I guess.  Anyway, off to the Internet!  Unfortunately, unlike canning tomatoes, pickle-making has a far less unified following.  The USDA, who’s sole mission it seems is to sterilize everything, was not helpful.  If you sterilize a vegetable, as in–boil it for 45 minutes–it becomes mush.  This is fine for tomatoes, but when I tried a similar approach to pickling peppers a few years back, I ended up with a jar of pepper goo.  I therefore sought anecdotal information.

It boiled down (see what I did there?) to two main approaches: a high-temp and short duration treatment, or a lengthy but low-temp treatment.  I opted for the first simply because it’d be a quicker process.

The brine consisted of equal parts cider vinegar and water, with salt, then boiled.  I cut cucumbers into spears, packed two jars, then poured in the boiling brine, then flash-boiled the jars.  I added additional seasoning of dill seed, dill fronds, and crushed red pepper.

Admittedly, I have no idea what I’m doing here, but presumably the brine preserves the cucumbers, which supersedes the need for an extended sterilization process.  I suppose I’ll find out.

[Edit: 2 days later I found out.  Curiosity won out and I opened a jar.  I was very pleased with how they turned out, and the red pepper gives them a nice bite.]

–Simon

Tomatoes!

My first tomato this year was premature–the unnatural result of artificial greenhouse growth and fertilizer saturation.  And while my current yield is still of these purchased plants, I can at least attribute this batch to my own TLC.

That small one is an Indigo Rose, the two in the middle are Black Prince, and the one in my hand is a Pink Girl.  I wonder who names these?

The trouble with heirlooms is that until I harvest one, I never know when a particular variety is ripe.  They’re nice and squishy though.  So it begins.

–Simon

Mantis

Mantises arguably qualify as cool members of the insect class.  They’re also really creepy.  But, like spiders, they adhere to what I like to call the “Quarter Rule”.  That is to say, if they’re smaller than a quarter, then they’re cool/cute.  If they’re bigger, then I’m grabbing my 20ga.

But the one I found met the cool size requirement.  As I was inspecting my jalapeño plant, I noticed this little guy hanging out, blending in nicely with the bright green:

They’re primarily ambush predators, and I recall from my childhood that once they claimed a spot, they tended to not leave unless hungry.  It’s been a week and he’s still there.  So it would seem that my jalapeño is lucky enough to have its own guardian.

–Simon