One of the ongoing struggles that I encounter is soil quality. Mine is crush granite. An absolutely terrible soil for growing things.
All the experts talk about soil amendments and improvements. I am annually working organic materials into my garden beds. My first choice is composted chicken manure and coop cleanings. It is something that I have plenty of. When I lived in the Midwest I could flip a couple fully worked compost piles a year. Here even with diligent work the high altitude makes it much harder with less oxygen, drier environment, cold nights, and short season it really does take nearly two years to get a batch ready for use. These are the only compost piles that the worms never move in to, and I think it is because no worms reside in the soil around my house. Then once I add it to any garden bed or dress any tree in only a couple years any thing that I add is fully absorbed and my soil is back to the state it was before.
This weekend I put three tomato plants in a flower pots on the deck and am getting the new raised beds ready.I am moving to raised beds. I am enriching each of these with my wonderful compost. Raised beds allow me to extend the period that the new improved soil lasts, but even then experience has shown that it quickly is absorbed in to my soils looking for a better lot in life. Lets see how this all plays out when I plant my cold weather veggies later.
Many of you wrote and emailed me about the use of cold frames to extend my short season here in Montana. I have worked with this idea on and off in my time in Montana. It is a perfect solution in so many ways, but I have struggled with how to beat the winds that blow here.
My cold frame worked something like this.
We have tried the simple traditional cold frame of a raised bed with a window on the top. The picture here is an online picture and not mine, but it was very similar. It works well early in the season before you need to prop open the window. Once I needed to prop open the window all bets were off.
I sit up slope on a hillside in a wide valley that funnels wind. Though you would imagine that the winds always come from a single direction they can come from any direction and change in a nanosecond. We can be victim to sudden down drafts as well. The wind here is constant like the surf of an ocean, some times strong and violent like crashing waves and other times no more than a gentle breeze like the sounds of water lapping at the shoreline.
It is hard to imagine living with this kind of wind constantly until you experience it. In all the places I live this is one of a kind. The winds here have created hail and blown shingles off, such that we went through almost a package before we gave up and went metal roof. The wind has blown tables and even gas grills off of our deck. Metal lawn chairs have tumbled and blown across the yard until they were stopped by the pasture fencing. What all this means is the idea of propping open a window on a cold frame doesn’t work. It is either gone or if tied down when propped open a mangled twisted mess once the wind fights with it.
I am still working with the cold frame idea and my raised beds are still intact, but I need to do some serious out of the box thinking to see if I can come up with something that will work to provide heat in early and late seasons. I am watching Craig’s list, Free Cycle, the classifieds and even thinking of visiting the Habitat for Humanity recycle store for a couple of windows to try this again. But I am in high thrifty mode as the windows ended up a broken mess and until I can solve the wind problem I am not too anxious to spend too much. This time I will take some pictures and share with you some of the options I try.
When the days of winter start to get noticeably longer it is the time my deep Midwest rural agriculture roots show up in full force. This is in spite of the fact spring is a long ways away for me since my average last frost is the end of June here in Montana. It is too early to take action but it isn’t too early to plan, and even fantasize a little bit.
RangerSir wants to try a lawn. Now I am not sure what possesses him. We are not in Iowa, and the very best green lawn in Montana is nothing like an Midwest lawn. I have asked him more than once what drugs gave him this fantasy. There is not a place that you drive by in our rural area that has a natural green lawn. Only those with irrigation set ups have green lawns the rest of us have whatever nature deals out. There are so many reasons for this.
First, we don’t have soil, our land is crushed granite, that looks like coarse sand. Zero organic material here. We have put soil amendments in small plots and it is quickly absorbed/moved/incorporated and soon it is back to crush granite. When you have soil like this it does not support lawn grass.
Second, we are in an area of Montana called a high semi-arid cool desert. It means we get less than 12 inches of moisture and most years we don’t get that much. This is not prime grass growing conditions:no moisture and what comes runs right through it in seconds. Grass, lawn grass likes moisture. Meaning here we would need to water a lawn to get a green one, something I see as a waste of a precious resources.
Other factors to consider is the wind blows here relentlessly, so keeping things moist long enough to sprout is hard. The average last day of frost here is the last week of June, so by the time it is warm enough to sprout grass, any rains we may have had are long gone. Finally we will need to fence out our free-range chickens, because if they see a seed, they will eat it.
I plan to work with the man of the house to start a pilot project and see if we can get some kind of lawn going. At a recent charity fundraiser I bought a basket with a bag of local blend of grass seed for lawns developed by a local ranch, feed and supply. Here is to hoping that this blend will allow some sort of lawn without the need for too much water. As I write this I have come to realize if this comes to pass it will be because RangerSir wants this bad enough to put forth the effort to make it happen. I have learned to love the maintenance free lawn I have right now….sparsely covered with bunch grass and lots of bare soil. Maybe my Midwest roots aren’t so deep after all.
Split rhubarb transplants
My Craig’s list search worked! I got two replies and one of them panned out. The folks were thrilled to get rid of plants that they had no use for and to not end up with big holes where they were.
I got three overgrown plants that were too far gone to try to transplant. I did it anyway. For the cost of three bags of soil, which was less than one of the many nursery pots of rhubarb I bought, I got three huge plants.
I brought them home split them and planted them. Now we can cross our fingers, treat them well, and hope that few of my new splits make a go of it. Next year at this time I will have at least a couple new plants, if I am lucky more than that.
Well sort of. Mine is still leaves just poking out of the ground, but for lots of folks the season of the “pie plant” is upon us.
I have tried over and over in my dry poor soil to get rhubarb to take and as of now have only succeeded once. I have read everything about how to improve my success and tried almost every suggestion hairbrained or not.
I have now decided to try a different approach. Instead of buying little plants grown who knows where and trying to get it to take, I put a posting on Craig’s list offering a bag of soil in exchange for anyone who wants to get rid of rhubarb they may have at their home. We will go dig the plants they no longer want and put a bag of soil in the hole we leave behind. Sounds like a winner to me. Whatever they get it is already proven in this climate. The cost of a bag of soil is less than the cost of an unproven potted plant. Their soil may be different than what I have, but I am banking on my personal compost to give my soil enough enrichment to make it take.
Today I got an email from someone who is interested in my swap. Cross your fingers that I may end up with enough rhubarb that in the not to distant future I can have all the pie, crisp, cobbler, bread, stew, jam and anything else I can think of made with rhubarb I grew.
There are lots of place in Montana you can grow produce, but there are few places in our great state it is a constant challenge. I live in one of them. I was standing in line Saturday talking with a friend and another woman in line and we were comparing temperatures for the previous night. I was winning the prize for the warmest overnight temp, 34 degrees. The other two women had 30 and 29. It isn’t yet going to be that cold every night, but it drove home to this Midwest girl that this is the reason I look for plants that mature in under 60 days.
We talked about the tomato plants we plants we grew. Looking for key words like glacier, early and speedy. Even then we might never get a single tomato. That is the case for me this year.
We laughed about covering our gardens in August as nothing unusual, like they had done the prior night. It is what is expected here, though the rest of the world would perceive this as sign of global cooling.
All of this is a big deal, because I love fresh veggies. We try to eat meatless one night a week and none of this make it easy. Our personal gardens require us to be smart in our plant choices and believe the weatherman anytime they call for a frost warning in, even in July or August. Our local supermarkets, don’t stock local produce because it is not prevalent. Our farmer’s market is small and there is much stuff from resellers and crafts. Occasionally growers from other parts of the state will drive here to sell their wonderful produce, but with the price of gas we are seeing that less and less.
My Uncle was right when he said I need a greenhouse.
My family was here last week from the Midwest, the land of long growing seasons and plenty of water. They were amazed when we had frost twice in their four-day stay. Where they are from the average last frost is the last week of April and that long growing season won’t end until frost arrives some time in mid to late October. Our average last frost is late June or early July and less than 60 days later in August our first frost of the fall will arrive.
When compared to where we live in Montana, the Midwest is the promised land of milk and honey. Produce is local, good and plentiful. You have more than you can use and share with your neighbors. It is one of those things that I miss most a garden and produce. My uncle must have said several times each day you need a greenhouse and he is so right I do. I am putting that on my wish list right now, a greenhouse.