Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
The annual garden ritual is running just a bit behind schedule for 2014. Depending on which year I check in the diary I'm one to two weeks behind. A colder and wetter spring has kept me indoors and out of the dirt. Same for the local farmers. They're just getting around to discing last fall's plowed fields. And only a bit of planting activity is going on. Nevertheless, a couple of weekends ago I tackled the big job of prepping the garden palette. Six bales of certified organic peat moss and four hundred pounds of composted cow manure from the Door County Co-Op. I rototilled all of it into both the rock wall garden and the main raised bed garden. With every passing year my clayey peninsula soil continues to improve.
It is becoming crumbly to the touch. Which is close to perfect.
Last weekend I planted onions, carrots, lettuce, potatoes and a half row of the ever-reliable Blue Lake green beans. The peas I planted April 17th are up and doing fine. The snows of April apparently had no ill-effect.
Just this last Sunday I picked a dozen beautiful spears of spargel. There might have been more but the Labs raided the asparagus bed when I wasn't looking. Opportunistic dogs I tell you.
German Butterball spuds on the left and Yukon Golds on the right. A half-inch of rain Sunday afternoon.
Which is close to perfect.