Tiny Farm Blog - A photo journal from the market garden

Debatably late

12 Jun 202611 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

Much more me than the carrots in thinking they were taking so long, they weren’t going to arrive at all. The variety is Miami, a reliable hybrid, and the seed is from last year. To me, that’s fresh and ready to go. Given the recent soil-warming heat, uninterrupted moisture from watering and rain, and nice thick black landscape fabric cover to keep the heat and moisture in, I figured when I checked on day 7, then 8, they should be up and yelling for the sun. But there was nothing. I took off the cover, and didn’t let the bed dry out, but I was about to reseed. Then one more day went by, and there were a few tiny carrot seedlings starting to arch out of the soil. Still skeptical, I ignored it for another day, then checked this evening and…decent germination—actually, they’re really popping!

It’s not out of the ordinary, this production thinking that gets out of sync with reality. Patience is often rewarded. In this case, it’s not as dense germination as an Earthway seeder overseed, but it’ll do for a first round, and that’s over a week not wasted in re-starting the season’s first carrots! :)

Flashback: 2024

Another cloudy day…

29 Dec 202425 Jun 2024 by Mike (tfb)

Why complain about the weather when…it could be worse?! And yet, ugh, yet another cloudy one. So far this season, there’s definitely been a shortage of days. You can see it in the paler green of the leaves and the slower growth of the veggies (not so noticeable with the weeds). Still, week to week we’ve had a decent amount of rain, and mostly reasonable temperatures, warm but not too warm. Pretty good. So I guess it’s just another cloudy day, and we’ll see what happens next!

Butterfly man

11 Jun 202610 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

[From 30-May-2026] Sure, I know it’s there to suck up the minerals from my sweat. That doesn’t stop my moment of irrational wonder, feeling in harmony with all of Nature. Butterflies land on me!

These guys are always around the wet soil after watering in. They descend in a flutter of half a dozen or more, and land on the wet ground. Today, my hand was damp from the hose, so I slowly extended it toward them. And that’s when I received this sure sign that I’m one with the universe. To prove its intention, it gave me all the time in the world to get my camera from a bucket of gear nearby and capture the moment using my wrong hand!

As far as names for things, I’ll go with it’s a Silvery Blue (Glaucopsyche lygdamus), from my generally accurate or at least ballpark iNaturalist app. I looked into it at some point: they’re apparently after minerals and other nutrients they don’t get from nectar, and the behavior is called “puddling”. Hm.

On the right side of the fence

10 Jun 202610 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

Wonder who spent the night here in the tall grass, so close to all those veggies. At least they stayed on the right side of the fence! It’s endlessly satisfying how that single white line and its steady pulse of intense electrical jolts have managed to keep the veg plot clear of deer. I can’t say for sure that’s what’s doing it, but deer are definitely all around, traveling through these fields, and they were a big garden forager before and during various lighter-weight fencing attempts. They only completely stopped devouring after that single line of defense went up. No electric fence guides I’ve read suggest just a single line, and yet, the plot’s been deer-free for years now. Can’t say the same for groundhogs, that extension of the electrical defense was a fair bit of work and a fail. But, still no deer!

Potatoes settle in

9 Jun 20269 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

The volunteer potatoes from elsewhere in the garden, dug up and transplanted a couple of days ago, sit side by side with the original settlers in these trenches. Guess which! The transplants seem to be doing fine, but the directly overhead high-noon view is the harshest. They do look a little huddled and scrunched, not like the expansive riot of green growth of their neighbors. The roots of the new guys haven’t reestablished enough to pump a full measure of water to the stems and leaves, that’s my simple guess. Give them time to settle in.

Morning dew

10 Jun 20269 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

It’s around 6 a.m. and I’m out in the field, in a grassy meadow that hasn’t been cut in years. At this hour on a sunny June morning, it’s wet out here! The sun is low but fully risen, backlighting the dew. The light is intensely glittering but without glare, like millions of tiny droplet-sized lightbulbs, each nearly as bright as the sun. To get to the tool shed, I’m walking a well-trodden single-file path through the unchecked grass. Weighed down blades lean in and soak a line in my jeans as I brush by. Rubber boots for sure. It’s almost mind-blowing when you think about how much water is gathered out there, all in single drops. Then the sun burns it off in an hour or two, and it’s back to the regular day.

Looking for leaks

10 Jun 20267 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

Drip tape is a really fantastic way to irrigate: low-pressure, drop by drop, straight into the ground leaves no room for being blown off target or evaporated by a hot sun. Slow and steady. Peaceful. For years now, I’ve been set up with the tape and fittings to fully drip-ify an acre or two. And it’s really not expensive. Yet somehow, it’s never gone all the way. Whose loss, if anyone’s, I wonder. Instead, the crops have gotten by with natural rain, and in desperately dry times, it’s been dragging around hoses to water by hand, or deploy the water-wasting but quick and easy sprinklers. I have used drip for melons, because they really don’t seem to grow well without the extra ground heat of black plastic mulch, and drip tape underneath waterproof plastic is a perfect pairing. Still, haven’t always used it even there. This year, for the tiniest melon row, it’s drip tape deluxe. Eliminate leaks, then turn the water valves to low!

“It’s flea beetles on radish, baby!”

7 Jun 20266 Jun 2026 by Mike (tfb)

Flea beetles munching on radish seedlings in the field

Yes, the flea beetles are back! They’re the size of a pinhead or less. In the photo, they’re at work on the first pairs of radish leaves that’re smaller than a fingernail. The action is all quite tiny-scaled. With the radishes, I’m not concerned about the damage. In the large veg-garden brassica family that the FBs favor, unlike the rest, radish grows so fast, the flea beetles can continuously feast and their damage is outgrown. Outcompeted in the veg garden arena. The leaves are scattershot with holes and dents, but the radishes themselves are fine, and…no need for row cover!

Grabbing this photo, getting as close as possible without making them flee, I notice how my relationship with the FBs has changed over the years. Even though they’re a scourge on the brassicas, meaning lots of row cover expense and labor right through the summer, they’re no longer an enemy, more like fellow travelers. Welcome, even—on the first radishes, they’re a sign that all is still in order this new season. They arrive, I row cover, except for radishes. They do their thing, I do mine. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” “Good, good. Just getting to work on these radish leaves.”

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