My grand experiment this year with corn was growing a portion from transplants. I know folks who transplant corn with great success, but I never really saw the need, I don’t participate in competitive gardening sports, so I’m not usually in that big of hurry. But this year, I wanted to try a new flint corn, and I wanted to keep the resulting seed pure. What to do? I don’t have that much space that I can isolate (corn is wind-pollinated) so I wanted to stretch the maturity dates so the sweet corn and flint corn would bloom at different times. Our heat units are such that I have a small window for planting corn and hoping for maturity.
Transplanting the corn was a pain for sure, but the plants seemed to tolerate my fumbling quite well. I waited about three weeks and planted the sweet corn. All was well in the corn block, until one evening the sheep got out. As in one sheep. We had company that night, it was a cool evening and we were chasing the sun. The staple garden has sun until sunset, so we were basically just sitting in the headland and moving a bit as the sun moved. We were staring right at the corn. Nothing amiss. After our friends left, I went up to close the perches on the nest box, and there was the sheep looking as content as all get out. Burpp! I could see the problem, a little wind gust had come through and we heard and saw some things flying around, but thought nothing of it, but a folded up tarp had blown right onto her electric netting. She saw the opportunity and walked right out over that fence where the tarp was holding the fence down a bit offering an insulated pathway. I thought nothing of it, I turned off the fence, removed the tarp, held the fence up so the sheep could go under and she was back in. Done.
The burp? Three rows of my four transplanted corn rows eaten down in thirty minutes. I didn’t discover this until the next day when I went to weed said corn. I was pretty discouraged, not knowing if it would survive the mowing and still be able to tassel and bloom. You can see in the photo above how much taller the corn on the left is, I guess she decided to leave the corn and move to the grass.
The corn has come out of it, although the shorn plants are about a foot shorter. I have no idea what the outcome will be come fall. Hopefully enough to get a taste of the flint corn, and some seed for next year… .
Not much to report in the garden arena. Same old, same old.
It’s also hard to get a decent shot of either garden in their entirety. Above the bottom part of the main garden. Everything from soup to nuts in this one. Dahlias, garlic, leeks, onions, zucchini, winter squash, cukes, herbs, cauliflower, broccoli, tomatillos, peas, lettuce, beans, carrots, beets, and ???
Greenhouse 1, same thing here as the main garden, a mix. This is actually where we plant our first garden each spring. This space has already seen four successions of salad fixings, and bok choy plus early potatoes, kohlrabi, peas, cabbage, strawberries, kale, onions,beets, beans and carrots. Right now we’re pulling crops and weeding and getting ready to put fall/winter brassicas in here.
And wait for Jane’s baby. If I was a betting person, I would say Jane is not going to make her end of July due date. Unless she really gets on the stick and starts bagging up. This will be her third calf, maybe she’ll surprise me and be on time.