Graphic by the Talented ML & KC
Hello every cat and their beans,
This Dr Tweety’s mommy. First of all, I want to thank all of you kitties and your typists. Your support means so much to me and to Tweet, and I’m not sure how we can repay you all except to say from-the-heart “Many Blessings.”
Some of you know that the doc’s blog has been on a summer hiatus while I try to make a go of what Tweet would call “ a itty bitty dream.” I’ve been studying the market for micro and baby greens for the last three years, work in the agricultural field, and had faith in my ability to market this niche’ organic product.
However, I also made some major mistakes. I forgot that in our hot NW Augusts, flea beetles love brassica plants. These include kale, kohlrabi, etc. And right smack dab in the middle of my mesclun seed mix, I had some lovely kale. I also neglected to put row covers (a kind of oversized fabric softener dryer sheet without the softener) over the flats. Once the beetles are there, laying their eggs, it’s too late.
I also don’t have a greenhouse, which is really what is called for to do this sort of small-scale production during buggier months. I’ve grown micros in the open for the past couple of years with no bug problems whatsoever, but usually in the spring, and well before flea beetle season. And of course, not for a demanding chef with a deadline.
A few of the experienced gardening cats that have stopped by suggested spraying soap oils and such. As an organic gardener, I have used approved insecticides and herbicides on more mature vegetables, but micros are so small and difficult to wash, that getting any residue of hot pepper or soap spray off of them would be just about impossible.
I think the worst thing in all of this is calling Chef Matt up and telling him that his micro green delivery is pretty much in the toilet. He took a big chance on me, since I went to him as a complete stranger; a 54-year old woman with her little typed-up-piece-of-a-veggie-menu. He asked me quite pointedly, “Can you do this?” I assured him that I could. Then I was faced with crummy weather and delayed sprouting, and four days before delivery (this coming Saturday) the evil “bugsez.)
It really wasn’t about the green papers. It was about my ability to make a dream really, REALLY happen. And maybe I did. Just not in the way I thought I would.
Thank you all. As time permits, I’ll try and help Tweet to make the rounds to thank all of you personally. Just know how much this support, from FRIENDS that we’ve never met, means.
Love to you all,
Maddie (Dr Tweety’s momee)