A couple days of rain changes everything. The garden is starting to burst. Frilly lettuce explodes amongst the recovered kale. (Recovered from the gaggles of seedling eating geese, snow, aphids, and cutworms.) A third planting of kale, broccoli and lettuce occurred over the weekend as well as a back-up late planting of peppers. Half our first pepper plants have disappeared and the rest are struggling from once again aphids. The aphids are the worst we’ve seen. Aphids generally don’t do too much damage after planted in the garden but you know it’s bad if the leaves are curled under and ants are spotted. Ants farm aphids. They protect them from predators and collect the sweet residue left behind an aphid. The rain has helped wash the aphids away. We also put in raw compost in any sign of an ant hill. Also to the plants we added a little fertilizer boost of fish and kelp to help them win out the battle.
Today an enthusiastic older man came by to take pictures of the garden. He spoke about having lived on Cambridge as a child and reminisced about what everything looked like. There is a small building across from the garden that used to have a well outside where everyone in the area came to get water. There was a dairy farm (Cambridge Dairy) across the street. An electric tram ran along Grant avenue and the area of the garden was filled with prairie bushes. The area was known as Rooster Town, a Metis settlement. Here’s an article about the area.
Anyone have any memories or stories of the recent past of the Cambridge/Grant area?