"My One-Year Crash Course in Subsistence Gardening is Over"

From the Vancouver Sun (Canada).

"The challenge of eating what I grow 12 months of the year has been an education and a revelation

The notion of living off the land is a romantic one, an idea that appeals to my usually well-concealed idealistic side.

Planting seeds, nurturing plants and eating only what the soil and sun produce. Going “off the grid.” Cocking a snook at California produce and saving untold thousands of dollars. All these things danced in my head when I set myself the challenge of eating something I grew myself every day for one year.

Alas, I am still very much on the grid. And though the fridge, the closets and the gardens are full of produce, my wife Darcy still visits the grocery store at least once in a week. (Usually without me, because I am “disruptive.”)

I knew from the outset that I could not produce all of our vegetables for the year from a standing start. I did not have winter crops planted, except some parsley and turnips. I did not have hundreds of pounds of potatoes and onions in the cellar, though I am much closer to that goal one year later.

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Um, well, enough said.

So I determined that I would produce enough that I — actually, my little nuclear family of four — could eat at least one thing that I grew 365 days in a row. It’s easy enough to do during the summer and even for the early autumn. But when the dark cold days of January, February and March roll around coaxing something edible from dirt can be a challenge.

Selling it to your family as food, even tougher.

It was a steep learning curve, full of surprising successes and confusing failures.

Though my genealogical research suggests that I come from at least five generations of Canadian farmers, I have never lived on a farm. My father grew up on a farm, but left to pursue a variety of careers, eventually settling in as a high school teacher far from the green acres of his youth. The generational knowledge of farming he surely possessed was not passed down.

When my radishes sprouted then withered, I had no idea why. When my potatoes emerged from the earth looking leprous and scabby, I was crestfallen and no wiser.

I suck at growing carrots, though the poor rainforest soil could be a factor.

So I hit the books. Gardening books, winter cropping books, sustainable living books. I have them all. They all contain valuable tips, but none has all the answers and few are organized in such a way that I could easily tease out the information I needed.

Gardening authors usually start with the assumption that you have soil. I have rocks. Very small rocks, but rocks nonetheless.

Every crop failure sparked an intense period of study.

Every trip to the garden spurred me to compost even more furiously. I now maintain five composts.

I made a few substantial purchases. A greenhouse kit, a leaf shredder and a rototiller with a total cost of about $3,000. I don’t regret any of them.

Wench's note: most homeowners already have a leaf shredder--it's called the lawn mower. A non-mulching mower, when run over a pile of leaves, will shred them just as well as a stand-alone machine that basically does the same thing on a vertical axis, but costs about 6 times as much. If your machine has a bag on it, so much the better--now you have a chopper & collector machine.

This poor guy could've saved about $1000 (in any currency) just by using his lawnmower to shred leaves. Any leaves that don't get mulched into the grass with each mowing around here get put into my compost bin--leaf mold is EXCELLENT for gardens!

The greenhouse has been shockingly productive. It should pay for itself on the tomatoes alone in four years.

My greenhouse supplier told me that just five years ago more than 80 per cent of greenhouse buyers were only interested in growing flowers. Today 80 per cent of inquiries from buyers are about growing food.

Between October 2010 and April 2011, I harvested lettuce, parsley, spinach and cilantro almost daily from my greenhouse. By planting my own bedding plants and nurturing them in the greenhouse early this spring, I saved a load of cash and started eating tomatoes, broccoli, cauliflower and other assorted greens weeks or months earlier than my neighbours. The early harvest allowed me to plant second crops of peas, beans, spinach, chard, kale AND to start my winter garden weeks earlier than last year, taking advantage of a nice run of warm September weather. Napa cabbage, Romaine, turnips, green onions, spinach and tat soi are all well-established for the winter. I pick radishes daily, even now.

At this writing, there are still tomatoes, basil, Poblano peppers, green and red bell peppers and Thai Dragon chilies thriving in the greenhouse. Pots of arugula, parsley, scallions and cilantro are just sprouting.

While the field tomato crop this year was disappointing (thank you very much for nothing, July), we have frozen some sauce tomatoes and put up a good supply of frozen green beans. On the canning side, we did a couple of batches of bread and butter pickles — a new family favourite — and our first pickled beets. Last year’s dills are still in good supply.

The closets are full of storage onions and potatoes, baskets in the kitchen are brimming with garlic, shallots and hot peppers.

But there were as many failures as successes. A cold snap last year took out my winter beets and turnips. I failed several times to grow radishes, before divining the secret.

For every hard-to-manage bit of ground in your yard, there is a protected corner, sunny spot or shady micro-climate waiting to be exploited with a pot of soil and a few seeds. If you can find those secret spots, you can use them, usually year round.

Growing food has been delicious, rewarding, discouraging, heartbreaking and the best thing I do all day. Preserving, processing, picking, cooking and eating what we grow, my wife and I do together every day.

Figuring out what to do with it all is a daily topic for conversation for the family. New recipes were invented. Old recipes were resurrected. A few favourites were rewritten to use whatever was in abundance that day.

The most important thing I learned is that if you want to eat every day, plant every day. Food grows in the ground and in boxes, in pots, under glass and in jars on the kitchen counter.

A seed can return thousands of times its weight in healthy food. All you have to do is take a few minutes — less than the duration of a TV rerun — to help it along."

I've been thinking about a greenhouse too, but not the conventional kind. Since my plots are only 3 X 12', I'm thinking of a tip I picked up from a gardening book: buying a sheet of corrugated plastic (8' tall by however long I want), hammering in rows of tent spikes on either side of the plots, and bending the corrugated plastic over the plots top fit inside the rows of spikes. The bent-over plastic can then be secured at each tent spike with rope thrown over the top of the plastic and tied down at each spike. A poor man's greenhouse, if you will.

Corrugated plastic

The greenhouse (technically a row cover) doesn't need to be very tall, since I can just remove the corrugated plastic sheet to get at the crops inside. For sealing the ends, I can use thick clear plastic construction-grade drop cloths, tied over the plastic, and secured to the ground with some bricks I have lying around that came with the house. I tried just using clear plastic drop cloths last year, but they don't hold up to snow loads--this year, Mama's trying something different.