The Organic Harvest...hhhmmm.

    

     When I read about about organic gardening in books and magazines, images of healthy hippies gathering veggies from the backyards of their homestead farms for a communal feast of food, wine and song pop into my head. I yearn to be one of them free, growing my own food, raising chickens and frolicking with my rambunctious cows. But alas I live in the city, in a most unhomesteady house without a hippie around for miles, unless you count the urban hipsters but they are a whole different breed.

Look how happy those hippies are!

An urban hipster...just not the same attitude.

   

        I kept the hippie dream in my heart when I started my own garden this year. Therefore upon the first sign of harvest I ran out to my backyard with kitchen shears in my hand. I proudly took photos of what I had grown and paraded the food into my kitchen. As I began to prepare my feast, I started by excited washing my greens when I noticed something in the bowl crawling around and there it was.... an earwig. I tried not to freak out but I was totally freaked out. I quickly washed it down the drain and put it out of my mind. But how in the frig could I get it out of my mind when I proceeded to find 2 more earwigs and several bugs I couldn't even name! At that moment my hippie dream faded just a little,I began to understand that organic gardening came with its own baggage...that being critters. I did enjoy my veggie feast that night but I ate a little more slowly and carefully than I normally would. Just in case.....

My excitedly taken photos of kale, romaine, basil and green onions.  Pre-earwig of course.

The beans were very safe. I love the purple ones. They are green when you bite into them.

Look at them beans.