In the garden

The vegetables I planted a few weeks ago in a bed near the house are thriving. My timing was perfect. I, with the help of John Lyons, owner of The Woven Garden, planted them just a few days before a rare big rainstorm.

Lettuces, almost ready to pick.

The vegetable we planted in the beds in the back of the garden, however,well, they aren’t doing so well.

A wasteland.

John had warned me that if a chicken got in there, the vegetables would be gone. He was right.

What's left of the fava seedlings.

Two of the hens minded the fence, happy to peck around in all the other space they have. But Ginger flew right on over and had a feast. We’ll clip her wings and I’ll replant. I hope she enjoyed the kale and the Swiss chard, the fava leaves and peas, the lettuces and everything else she snacked on. At least she fertilized the soil while she was in there.

Sweet Ginger. She couldn't help herself.

To be continued…

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About cdhla

I'm a former editor at several lifestyle magazines who's been freelancing since moving from NYC to LA. I call my blog The Chipped Platter to remind us that chips are better than perfection. The platter in question, a round one made by Gien, has traveled the world with me, visited with friends and family, celebrated milestones, and offered sustenance. My cherished Chipped Platter is part of the family. (I love my chipped plates, too!) On this blog, I'll be sharing my adventures of cooking for my family and friends, venturing out into restaurants and learning tips from people I meet. Come along!
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