I like to encourage people interested in gardening or planting to begin with a simple herb garden. Even if you live in a small apartment, you can have some herb pots.
MY SECOND, (or previous), BALCONY GARDEN – ABBOTSFORD (inner north-east Melbourne suburb) – IT GREW AND GREW AND EVENTUALLY THREATENED TO TAKE OVER MY LOUNGE ROOM. NO DIRECT SUN, BUT AMAZING LIGHT. Nothing like waking up in the morning to the sound of Spotted Turtle-doves cooing and the fragrance of Herbal Essences permeating the air.
I’ve only just got up and the morning is nearly gone. I seem to need more and more sleep these days and I’m all the better for it. One of the most healthful and rejuvenating remedies for me is Sleep. Deep restful restorative sleep. Many people just don’t get enough of it. Our bodies need sleep to rest, repair and replenish our vital organs.
I stood at the lounge room windows and surveyed the little garden earlier. I didn’t water the potted plants last night in the hope that today’s forecast rain would suffice.
I could see my newly planted seedlings were starting to make great leaps in their young lives with the veggies promising hope for a good crop this Summer. They look even better than last weeks images.
The French Beans look absolutely perfect in their growing cycle.
I say a little prayer each morning that the Cabbage Moth Caterpillars and Harlequin bugs don’t put in their annual appearance.
The Lemon Verbena, which I grow for the sheer pleasure of running my fingers through its lemon-scented leaves, has put on a massive growth spurt in the last week alone. It got eaten by ‘you-know-who’ last Spring so I bought a new seedling this year.
IF the number of flowers on my Blueberry bush means fruit, it will be a sight for sore eyes indeed.
Have I mentioned this fact before?
Only a dozen times you might well reply LOL.
Last years crop gave me a small handful nearly every day for about 3-4 weeks. (Just repeating this fact for the new followers).
Most of the plants that had wilted in my 6-day absence have bounced back with astonishing growth.
As usual, the Mint, which wilted badly, has put on a growth spurt with the deep watering I gave it on my return to home base, with each stem sprouting fresh young leaves in a matter of days. Note the new leaves in the image below.
I only lost one lettuce from the punnet of 8 young seedlings and it was looking like the ‘runt of the pack’ even before my absence.
Then I spotted it.
The sad sight of a motionless Spotted Turtle-dove (above), one of my favourite bird species, of which several had become quite tame in my previous 3rd-floor apartment on the north-east side of Melbourne (below).
I’M SURE THIS SPOTTED TURTLE-DOVE WAS LOOKING STRAIGHT AT THE CAMERA LENS.
DAWN, LOOKING ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS FROM MY 3RD FLOOR APARTMENT – THE 1ST OF WHICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN CALLED “THE ROOM WITH A VIEW”
A REGULAR TURTLE-DOVE HAS BREAKFAST.
MY SECOND BALCONY GARDEN ON THE NORT-EAST SIDE OF MELBOURNE. NO DIRECT SUN, BUT PLENTY OF LIGHT.
2 SPOTTED TURTLE-DOVES STOMP DOWN THE SOIL FOR ME IN PREPARATION FOR NEW SEEDLINGS.
THIS DOVE CHECKED OUT THE SOIL OF THE POTTED PLANTS REGULARLY AS IT KNEW I USED TO SPRINKLE A HANDFUL OF BIRD SEED AROUND THE SOIL OCCASIONALLY
I GOT QUITE CLOSE TO THESE 2 DOVES, BUT THEY HELD THEIR WINGS IN READINESS FOR A QUICK “TAKE-OFF” IN CASE I GOT TOO CLOSE.
DAWN FROM MY PREVIOUS APARTMENT BALCONY
RATHER ODD ANGLE OF THIS SHOT, BUT THIS BIRD, WITH ITS ONE FLUFFY ‘EYEBROW’ WAS A REGULAR AND LET ME GET UP TO ABOUT 12″ AWAY SOMETIMES.
The Spotted Turtle-doves used to wake me at dawn with their gentle cooing.
Sometimes, it seemed as though their sound would be all that louder if the water or seed bowls were empty.
I often had the feeling that they knew who I was and that I was their friend.
They spoke to me regularly with their gentle sounds and growing trust. I have to admit I miss these lovely birds although I had seen one 2-3 times on my balcony fence on this western side of the city and sometimes in the nearby Frogs Hollow Nature Reserve perimeter (below).
Life just isn’t the same when I don’t have a Room With a View.
I noticed the construction across the road has started it’s 4th floor this morning. My photos at dusk each night are showing less and less of the sky as each storey unfolds on the construction site.
Oh well, that’s Life.
You win some, you lose some.
Our life on this earth is impermanent. Nothing stays the same.
So saying, I’d better get on and select the Quote and Image of the Week. 🙂 I’m selecting a ‘gardening’ quote each Wednesday and one of my images to got with it.
In all my images and posts on my Balcony Garden this Spring, I think I forgot to mention Beetroot. I love the tiny leaves in salads and the larger leaves as a steamed vegetable. These larger leaves are an acquired taste though. They’re stronger in taste than spinach.
A bit like Sorrel, but perhaps not as bitter. Perhaps Kale is a better comparison?
In general, the leaves attached to the Beets in the supermarket are pretty stale and I throw them in the bin, but fresh, green and not too large, like those I bought a couple of weeks ago, are delicious.
This Spring, for the first time, rather impulsively, I bought a punnet of seedlings and planted them in my large veggie trough as an experiment. I don’t really have the room or deep enough pots for root vegetables, although I’m always open to a challenge – Trial and Error is my gardening philosophy (and some might say……my second name).
My book Small Space Big Harvest mentions root vegetables though (ISBN 978-1-74033-338-2). By the way, I just love this book my brother gave me for Christmas 2 years ago.
It’s packed full of great advice, creative ideas, but more importantly, very good photos. Many of the images are close-ups and much better than most gardening books.
I like to see examples in gardening and cookery books.
You’ll never ever know (if you never have a go).
Beetroot, as we call them in Australia (the U.S. calls them Beets), are an excellent root crop (and apparently will store for months). Growing up in my family meant beetroot was on the menu daily in the summer and we never stored them fresh in a root cellar or dark pantry, as we ate seasonally from my Mother’s large vegetable garden (with the summer excess bottled and/or made into sauces or chutneys). I don’t remember seeing bottled beetroot in the enormous dark cupboard above our fridge. Perhaps we only ate it in summer.
No beetroot juice in stock at my local supermarket so I tried to make my own. Turned out very bright red, compared to the purple bought juice
I stared at it after drinking half and thought…….yuk, I think I’ll wait until it comes back in stock at the supermarket.
I admit it was a struggle to get through this large glass of fresh raw beetroot juice.
In more recent times, I’ve started roasting them. I even tried juicing them in my Nutri Bullet. (my juice extractor died about 15-20 years ago and I never replaced it as it was such a chore to wash all the attachments). I’m seriously thinking about buying another juicer, but in the small galley kitchen I have in this studio apartment, not sure where I’d put it.
Packed with essential nutrients, beetroots are a great source of fiber, folate (vitaminB9), manganese, potassium, iron, and vitamin C. Beetroots and beetroot juice have been associated with numerous health benefits, including improved blood flow, lower blood pressure, and increased exercise performance.
Beetroot is best grown quickly and responds well to fertiliser. Beetroots require well drained, friable soil in a well mulched, sunny spot according to the plant nursery label. The label also says to harvest when the roots are no bigger than a tennis ball.
IF mine grow, and I had my doubts for the first 3 weeks or so, I’ll probably be harvesting the beets when they’re much smaller.