Hope everyone is enjoying their summer. The flowers, fruit & veg and amazing mushrooms. I love it! A white chicken of the woods mushroom. This beauty weighed over 2 pounds.Black trumpet mushrooms are my favorite. We found an amazing amount of them.
We seem to have gotten some fruit flies setting up camp in our kitchen. In the past we’ve made traps with glasses of beer and plastic bags. These work well, but are pretty ugly to have on the counter.
This time I thought I would try something different. The shop at Brooklyn Botanic Gardens sells carnivorous plants. I’ve never had much luck with Venus fly traps, so I thought I would try a pitcher plant this time.
Insects are lured into the funnel-shaped part of the plant, but can’t work their way out because of tiny hairs that point downward inside the tube.
Wish me luck on this little experiment.
I mentioned in my last post that gardening in the full sun during July has been a challenge. I have been working out what to wear to give protection from the sun and branches, while being as lightweight and breathable as possible. I am also trying to figure out how to still look like me with tools clipped to my waist and a hat on my head. It’s been a work in progress and not all days are winners. This photo is from my first day wearing my tools, which pulled my pants down just enough to get this lovely sunburn.
I am not a big “sweater”, but rather turn an alarming shade of magenta. With things being as hot as they are, I both turn red AND sweat. That, combined with the dirt on me makes me look deranged. Would I trade what I’m doing to sit at an air conditioned desk? NO WAY!
One of the fun things about gardening at Brooklyn Bridge Park is all the different spaces. There are fields with regular grass and trees, wetland areas, tidal pools, bamboo thickets and native grass meadows. These photos are from when I was weeding in one of the native grass areas. There is a walking bridge above connecting Brooklyn Heights to the park. This particular area is filled with native grasses and sedges, which was a good challenge in identification for me. I had to pull the weeds and invasive grasses, but leave the native stuff. It was really tricky at first, but eventually I was able to really see the differences in coloration and blade texture.When I got home I ordered a copy of the book Wild Urban Plants of the Northeast. It was recommended to me to help in weed identification. And if that doesn’t prove my nerdiness, check out these cool “bird’s nest” mushrooms I saw while weeding. It’s a lousy phone photo where I was trying to get too macro, but if you squint you can see them. There are a few light orange circles that are the mushrooms. When the mushroom wants to spread its spores, the top comes off to expose them. They are the tiny black disks that look like bird’s eggs sitting in a nest. C’mon, you have to admit they are cool!!
I’ve been doing some volunteer gardening work at a couple of different places here in Brooklyn. Two days a week you can find me in the native plant gardens at Brooklyn Bridge Park. One day a week I’ll be digging away at the Osborne Garden, which is in the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and pictured above. I am learning a lot about native plants vs. weeds. I also feel a bit like a home cook amongst chefs. I am used to gardening on a much smaller scale, so I think I’m a bit too precious when I’m weeding. It will be interesting to learn tips on how to speed things up.
Every Spring, I hear about people finding “abandoned” baby birds. They “rescue” them, bring them home and care for them until they inevitably die. Here’s the thing. Those birds aren’t abandoned! They are fledglings. They fly out of their nest and spend a few days on the ground learning how to forage. They haven’t been abandoned by their parents. Imagine the poor parents watching a giant human carrying their baby away!
The Wild Bird Fund in NYC gets inundated every Spring with these baby birds. Take a peek at their pdf below for what to do on this topic. In case you haven’t heard of the Wild Bird Fund, they are the first wildlife rehabilitation center in NYC. Take a peek at their website to see the cool things they are doing.
I had this post all ready to go out (minus this really helpful diagram from the Wild Bird Fund) and then I found my own fledgeling bird today. It was on the sidewalk calling to its parents. This sidewalk is extremely busy with foot traffic, dogs being walked, strollers, etc. The parents weren’t going to go down. They were calling to the baby, which was making the baby hop towards them. Unfortunately it was hopping into traffic on a very busy street. I scooped the little guy up and put it back on the sidewalk. It kept hopping into the street.
Now I was attracting passersby, who were adding their helpful comments. “It fell out of the nest and can’t fly”. Not true. It’s a fledgling. “Don’t touch it, the parents are going to smell you”. Also not true. Gah!
I knew I couldn’t stay there all night to keep scooping the baby out of the street. There weren’t any trees nearby to put it in. I noticed some starlings peeking out of a cornice *way* up in a building. I knew I could never get the baby back up there. There was an abandoned lot across the street, which had wooden boards all around it. It’s been neglected for so long that ailanthus trees are growing in it, and the wooden boards are sagging. I figured that if I could catch this baby, I could fit my hands through the boards and it would be in this lot and unable to hop back into the street.
It took a little bit, but I was able to catch the little guy. He was hunkered behind the tire of a parked car. Fledglings aren’t particularly afraid of people yet, so that made things much easier. I got him into the lot. He let out a big shriek, so his parents were able to hear him and see where he was going. I’m feeling very hopeful about his survival.
That’s him in the top photo. I love his grumpy, yellow mouth! And just for the record, I wouldn’t have touched him at all if he wasn’t in imminent danger of getting squashed by cars or strollers.
On Saturday we went to visit the Cloisters. We had a beautiful Spring day, which was perfect as the gardens at the Cloisters are as stunning as the museum. The medieval artwork was a great mix of stunning and creepy, with several reliquaries to tip the scales towards creepy.
We lucked out and went on their Garden Day, so we were able to hear about one of the lovely gardens. That particular garden was divided into sections including a culinary and household bed, an arts & crafts bed with dye plants (weld, madder, woad, indigo, nettles), a magic bed (deadly nightshade, dragon arum, mandrake), a brewer’s bed (licorice, hops, ground ivy, costmary). In the center of all of these beds were 4 lovely quince trees, and there were espaliered pear trees along the outside walls.
Of course there were the famous unicorn tapestries, but one of the most amazingly detailed piece was this rosary bead. How the artist carved such detail boggles the mind.
The view from the garden shows the protected Palisades. Dragon Arum. This bud was getting ready to open. It was about 2 feet long, and when open smells like rotting meat. It was considered an aphrodisiac based on it’s form. I may be more pure at heart because I thought that the bud really looked like a dragon’s tail.
Espaliered pear tree Quince tree Hops growing in the brewing bed Another espaliered pear tree I love this water pitcher. Check out the little man in the dragon’s mouth. These ladies were reliquaries of saints. The shape of the relic often depicts what it contains. So I guess we’ve got 3 skulls inside. The carving and painting was stunning, but I think their expressions are wonderful. One of the unicorn tapestries. Rosary bead. I thought this depiction of Jesus made him look as though he could actually be from the Middle East. View from the Cloister’s gardens.Seed packets in the gift shop.
So excited!! Our weekly fruit and veggie share began today. After getting apologetic notes from both of our farmers about the rough winter, I wasn’t expecting much. It was a pleasant surprise to get such bounty. Rhubarb, apples, asparagus, flowering chives, tatsoi, dried black beans and kale rabe and Jerusalem artichokes. Time for more creative cooking!
I have been watching for morels for weeks. I thought I had my hunting timed perfectly, but with the cold winter, the morels were slow to appear. We came up to the Berkshires 2 weeks ago, which was way too early.
But this weekend was perfect. We took three different hikes and found morels at two of them. Yesterday we went to a place where we found them last year. We found about a half a dozen. I was hoping for more. Today we went out and found over twenty! There were a few other people carrying bags with mushrooms, so we knew we weren’t the only ones out looking.
It was hard not to shout when we found one, so we shouted “pickle!” to let each other know when we found one, without alerting other mushroom hunters. Super sneaky, eh? Bet nobody could crack that code!
It was fun to spend so much time in the woods. Now we have to figure out what we’re going to make with them.
Here’s an interesting article from the NY Times. It describes the lengthy process one farmer in particular goes through to get his final “cash” crop of heirloom farro and how foodies buying it could help more by buying all the other crops he raises the rest of the year to produce such wonderful grain.