I heard a throwaway comment on National Radio last week that when economic times get tough, people turn to drinking, gardening and for the life of me I can no longer recall what the third activity was. I stopped listening after gardening. It is certainly true that when life was tough in the late eighties, gardening boomed. Cottage gardening, to be precise. Back in those days there was a sharp differential between prices charged for easy to grow perennials and much more difficult and slow to produce woody trees and shrubs. So perennials were perceived as cheap and good value. These days any differential has all but disappeared and you pay the same for a good perennial, most of which are just divided up and grown for a season, as you pay for many woody plants which can take considerable skill to propagate and which then have to be grown for two to four years before sale. Cottage gardening fell from popularity too, as people discovered that it is not an easy care style which looks after itself, but is in fact a great deal more labour intensive than using permanent trees and shrubs.

But I digress. We are certainly seeing a return to gardening on a scale few foresaw, although at this stage it is all about vegetables and fruit. Every man, woman, their dog and their child has a patch of potatoes and a few beans in. It is great to see and the advantage of growing vegetables is the quick turnaround with positive reinforcement. It is most satisfying to walk straight through the fruit and veg department of the supermarket without stopping because you have all you need of these at home.

However, while vegetables and fruit feed the body, I doubt that there are many gardeners who find that they feed the soul and please the aesthetic sense. And should I whisper that while I love the fresh produce that Mark obligingly provides every day, I am getting just a teensy bit bored with only reading about growing vegetables and what to do with surplus in all the gardening media. I know it is all the rage, but I have yet to see a veg garden which makes my eyes light up or which holds me in awe at its charm or beauty. I am hoping that all those people who trek into the garden centre to buy little brassica plants or carrot seed are going to cast their eyes a little wider and to consider that a garden does not have to be totally productive and utilitarian. There is a place for both and I don’t mean potagers or edging in buxus hedging (which, by the way, harbours snails and sucks the goodness from the soil with its competing strong root system). I am hoping that a whole new tribe of garden converts will come to realise that the ornamental garden (possibly interspersed with some curly leafed lettuces and parsley) can give all year round form, interest and colour for little purpose other than to bring you pleasure.

As I look out my window, I see the delightful flowers on Cyclamen hederafolium. Cabbages and carrots are not going to make me smile and look again because of their sheer fresh prettiness. While we are a little shocked here at how quickly summer beat a retreat this year, at least the change in weather gives the message to a different range of plants that now is the time to leap into flower. The earliest nerines are already flowering, moraea polystycha (lovely blue flowered form of the peacock iris) has started its long flowering season and the mats of ornamental oxalis are starting to feature.
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Mark is beginning to worry about his rock melon crop. Finally he achieved what he expected to be gardening nirvana – a large, fully producing rock melon patch where he managed the timing just right. He planted several different varieties. The earliest one set an abundance of fruit but we have juiced most of them because they do not reach the sweet and tropical sensation of a really good rock melon. The heirloom variety has all but succumbed to mildew which is a disappointment and gives lie to the theory that heirloom varieties are all healthier and more robust because the neighbouring modern hybrids have remained perfectly healthy. The later fruiting varieties (in other words, they need a longer growing season to reach maturity) have set an abundance of fruit. Our mouths were watering. Now we fear that early onset autumn may prevent them reaching perfect ripeness. Mark is threatening that his planned new veg garden may end up being a collection of covered houses – one for rock melons, another for tomatoes, a pineapple house, banana house and goodness knows what else. Come back, Sun, and warm and ripen the rock melons.
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If you want to see more of the Christchurch Ellerslie Flower Show (and Mark Sainsbury’s coverage on Close Up was extremely limited), you can catch it on TV1 tomorrow morning at 9.30am. While the little we have seen so far suggests that the supreme award may be a case of the emperor’s new clothes, Christchurch has introduced new energies to this event and it deserves to be a huge success. Early indications are that the trend in gardens is not only sustainability and productivity but also a return to the value of recreating something that is more natural than the contrived formality that has dominated in recent times. Don’t worry if you like your formal garden. These fashions seem to go in cycles of about five years duration. Remember when all we ever saw were outdoor spaces dominated by rocks, scleranthus and sanseveria or a yucca? What goes around comes around but at the moment, naturalism seems to be new flavour of our time. Not to be confused with naturism. I don’t think society is quite ready for that at Ellerslie yet.

We have a great deal of respect for Kay Baxter and the work of the Koanga Institute she founded in Northland. More than anybody else we know of, she brings a wealth of practical experience to the whole field of organics and self sufficiency. I can’t think that we have ever met her, although He of the Elephantine Memory recalls that she was on the student executive when we were at Massey in the early 1970s. They were heady days to be a student. We were a highly politicised generation at the time of the Vietnam War when the nuclear threat was also at a peak. Many of us chose to explore alternative lifestyles (variously described as communes, communities, ohus, counter culture, self sufficiency, The Good Life and even hippies). We opted for a largely self sufficient lifestyle on three acres in Dunedin. But whereas most of us became diverted by other goals in life, Kay Baxter stayed true and she now has nearly forty years of experience which she shares with passion and generosity.

The Koanga Garden Guide is one of the references we have at hand when we compile In the Garden each week. It is quite simply the best book we have found on organic gardening and all those readers and enthusiasts out there who espouse organic principles should be getting their own copy. There is a great deal more to organics than just doing away with sprays and chemical fertilisers. Kay Baxter brings critical analysis and rigour to the process, avoiding the flakiness and woolly assertions which can be off-putting to hardened old cynics such as us. For the learner gardener, there is a month by month guide as well as details on a full range of crops while experienced gardeners may find her information on carbon content of compost, nutrient density, no-dig gardening versus double digging and the like give food for thought. Mark’s one criticism is the lack of an index at the back but this will apparently be rectified in future editions.

One can’t mention Koanga and Kay Baxter without adding in heirloom fruit and vegetables in the same breath. Many pay lip service to the importance of retaining bio-diversity and keeping old seed strains and good performing old cultivars going but it does tend to be along the lines of: “My, don’t the apples on that old tree taste great. Why doesn’t somebody propagate it?” Kay Baxter does. She has spent years gathering together the old varieties of edible crops in this country and they are being maintained and dispersed through Koanga. We would hesitate before going so far as to say old varieties (when they are old enough they become heirloom) are invariably superior in performance, taste, nutrition and health to modern cultivars but in an era of increasing industrialisation of global food production, it is really important that a whole range of different genetic material be maintained. Kay Baxter also points out that you need to find the heirloom crops which are local to your area. There is absolutely no guarantee that heirloom tomatoes from Italian sourced seed will be as good here. Last year when we put out a call in this column for good performing apricot trees in Taranaki, readers responded with about four different trees. Based on that info, we now have Apricot Fitzroy, of which we have high hopes. It is a shame none of you offered up good performing fruiting cherry trees this year…. But, yes we can certainly understand that true heirloom crops may be very localised and there is a great deal of trial and error required to find what performs well. We think Kay Baxter should be given a medal for the work she and her colleagues have done in this whole area.

The Omnivore’s Dilemma is a best seller by American writer Michael Pollan which is a must-read for anybody who has concerns about the directions of food production and the quality of food which they put in their mouths, let alone reducing one’s personal carbon footprint. I will never buy corn fed chicken again. The information on the industrialisation of mass organic food production will remove the virtuous glow you feel when you reach for the organic products at the supermarket. I have to admit that I only read this book by proxy. That is to say Mark is a caring and sharing sort of reader who likes to discuss all the interesting bits. And there were a lot of interesting bits in The Omnivore’s Dilemma. Our discussions set the scene for Kay Baxter’s latest book, Change of Heart, the Ecology of Nourishing Food, co-written with her partner, Bob Corker.

When the copy of Change of Heart arrived, at first glance I wondered if I should be reviewing it for the food pages, not the gardening pages. It is ostensibly a book of recipes, but not your usual stand-alone ideas for something different for dinner. Overall, it is a collective recipe for a major change in lifestyle. The authors synthesise a number of different movements which often run parallel but separate to each other, including organics, sustainability, seasonal eating and sourcing local food. Their purpose is to address what they see as a loss of nutrients in modern diets and to show how it is possible to redress many of these issues in the family kitchen at a practical daily level but strongly based in past traditions.

The result is a very interesting philosophy. Mark and I have spent countless hours in the last few weeks discussing this whole approach to food production, diet and lifestyle. We are still debating it, analysing it, critiquing it and sorting out where the concepts fit with our lives. Much of it is controversial and turns conventional wisdom on its ear. The authors have turned their backs on vegetarianism and strongly advocate the use of traditional fats and oils, actively debunking the negative role currently assigned to animal fats. While modern nutritionists may shudder at the return to eating and cooking with animal fats, this can not be taken in isolation from the whole diet which is dominated by whole foods produced by traditional methods along with soaking and fermentation, including lacto fermentation of a whole range of different foods, some of which you may never have thought to ferment. I was particularly pleased to see that my frequent use of broths is soundly based but those whose diets are very high in beans, pulses and grains may find some of their current practices challenged. The reservation about soy-based products is interesting (as The Omnivore’s Dilemma is interesting about corn).

If you enjoy having pre-conceived notions challenged or are looking for alternatives, this is a thought provoking book based on keen observation and decades of learning at a practical level backed up by some wider research. While the authors personally practice self sufficiency, it is not a pre-requisite for this change in eating habits, though it is a corollary and an affirmation for readers who are aiming for a high level of self sufficiency.

Kay Baxter’s books are published privately through Body and Soul Publishing. If your local bookshop can’t help (though with their ISBN numbers, they should be able to), you can mail order from the Koanga Gardens Centre for Sustainable Living (www.koanga.co.nz).

The Omnivore’s Dilemma is an international best seller and probably in every library and many bookshops.

Koanga Garden Guide ISBN 978 0 9582894 0 5
Change of Heart ISBN 978 0 9582894 5 0

Did we have any summer savoury, enquired a friend. Now summer savoury is not a herb I have ever felt the need of so the answer was negative but I asked why. For green beans, was the reply. Summer savoury is the recommended herb to add to green beans and at this time of the year, many of us have an abundance of that vegetable. I knew the friend would be correct (he always is) but I looked up my Larousse tome on gastronomy, which happened to be a gift from said friend, and a very useful gift too. Sure enough. How can I lived for so long, married as I am to a grower of green beans, and failed to ever hear before that I needed summer savoury to add flavour?

We have always grown some fresh herbs here and have been enjoying a much more abundant quantity and range this year. This can possibly be attributed to some channel surfing and occasional desultory dipping into the Food Channel. Suddenly I found the charms of using large sprays of fresh herbs (discarded after cooking) as well as the more traditional finely chopped additions. I shun anything which has dried mixed herbs in it (which rules out everything pre-stuffed at the supermarket). The dusty packet stuff is not even a poor imitation of the genuine fresh article. I use dried and powdered spices but not herbs. They need to be fresh.

There are entire books devoted to the herb garden and traditional, formal layouts. These often take the form of a wagon wheel or something equally cutsie. Of course the medieval herb gardens were on a somewhat more expansive scale, not just limited to culinary herbs but taking in a vast array of medicinal plants as well. The designated herb garden, in modern times, seems a bit of no-brainer to me. The problem is that different herbs require different growing conditions and it is rare to be able to offer this in one small space. Herbs come from a range of different plant families around the world and the common link is their use in cooking, not a similarity in preferred growing conditions.

The critical factor in planting herbs, Mark observes, is avoiding corners and preferably elevating the plants. Unless you live completely isolated from any dogs and cats, you can be pretty sure that your own pet or the neighbours’ wandering ones will pass by your gardens cocking their legs (dogs) or spraying (cats) – marking territory. It is not a great thought when you are harvesting the foliage from low growing plants. Animals particularly favour the outer parameters of garden beds which is why corner plants are often favoured.

For me, as the cook, the most important factor is having as many herb varieties as possible close to the kitchen door, or at least along a sealed path so that I can wander out in slippers in winter. Most of us only use herbs if they are convenient to pick at the time so proximity is important.

A few herbs are annuals (in other words, they grow from seed and die within a year or less) and, as with most annuals, they prefer well cultivated soil and good levels of moisture to sustain all that quick growth. Basil doesn’t even last one year – the first cold will kill it off. Coriander and dill are less fussy about conditions but are also annuals. Basil tends to grow best in vegetable garden conditions which offer the most cultivated and hospitable surroundings. Obviously you can grow it in containers over summer but if you let it dry out and the plant gets stressed, it will go to seed and die quickly.

Parsley, that infinitely useful and hardy herb, is biennial. In its second year it flowers, sets seed and dies. It is not fussy or particular but if you are starting from scratch, it helps to plant it two years in a row to keep the cycle going and to make sure you let at least one plant a year seed down to ensure its survival. A designated parsley patch in the veg garden is the way to go if you have the space, or you can let it do its thing in flower borders near the house.

Other herbs are clumping perennials. Mint comes from a vast family (there are around 2000 named cultivars of mint alone!) and likes rich, moist soils which is quite different to the dry loving herbs from North Africa and the Mediterranean. It also spreads enthusiastically below ground so can become invasive. Grow it in a position where you can control its wayward habits. An old laundry tub is the option chosen by the neighbour.

Marjoram, its stronger flavoured cousin oregano and chives are better behaved, low growing clumping perennials which will often sit quite happily on the margins of the flower borders near the house if you want them in a convenient position. So too with Vietnamese mint, which is not a mint but is very aromatic, vigorous and reasonably decorative but destined for the compost heap here because I am allergic to it.

Sage is a member of the salvia family, another perennial but one which grows larger and can be inclined to get woody and ugly if you don’t keep it well pinched out. It is only half hardy (may die in colder conditions) and likes full sun and good drainage (which means it may die in wet winters and heavy soil). But basically, it likes similar conditions to the sunny flower border.

Rosemary and thyme are from the Mediterranean and North African areas and will happily grow in poor, dry conditions. No compost is needed for them. Rosemary is a woody shrub which will get some size to it if allowed. At a pinch you can hedge it but it does stay a bit woody and open. It needs excellent drainage and is best in open conditions. Thymes tend to be low growing spreaders – think sunny rockery conditions. If your soils are heavy, you can plant these two in pots and half bury the pot in the garden to give them drier conditions in their root zone while drawing up what moisture they need from below.

Bay trees (the source of bay leaves) are just that if you let them go – trees. They also sucker (spreading through side shoots) and attract leaf sucking thrips. Fortunately they are tough and hardy and will take hard clipping so you can shape them into topiaries as feature plants and keep them under control. Planting in open or windy conditions will reduce the thrip infestation though plants will grow almost anywhere.

Tarragon can be a problem. You want French tarragon, not its inferior Russian relative. But French tarragon is an artemisia (wormwood, by common parlance, a species of which is also the source of absinthe) and only grows from cutting. If you try it from seed, you are growing the Russian form because the French one is sterile and never sets seed.

Mark has just arrived with pots of seed raised lemon grass for planting out. It is a tropical, clumping, perennial grass which can tolerate temperate conditions so will be content beside the chives and marjoram. Obviously next year we will be adding the annual summer savoury to the herb range here. Now that I have learned about it, I can not live the rest of my life eating green beans minus summer savoury.

The chief programming boffins at TVNZ are clearly not gardeners. No matter that every leisure survey in this country puts gardening at the top or close to the top of favoured activities, TVNZ has done its utmost to ignore it in recent times. Since the demise of Maggie’s Garden Show several years ago, there has been nothing memorable in the way of gardening programmes.

But wait. Suddenly we have a new gardening programme. Alas it has been banished to the wasteland time of 9.30am on Saturday morning. It is not even morning coffee time. And with nary a trailer to be seen promoting it, my guess it is has entirely bypassed most gardeners. Ah ha. Proof positive to the programmers that there is no demand for gardening programmes on the main channels.

It is called “The Road to Ellerslie” which may be a little off-putting for non Christchurch or southern viewers but is probably indicative of who put up some of the money to fund its making. For readers not in the know, Auckland’s well known Ellerslie Flower Show (which hadn’t actually been staged at Ellerslie for many years, having moved to the Bot Gardens) was sold to the highest bidder, which happened to be Christchurch.
Auckland of course sprang into action with its new flower and garden show last spring and Christchurch moved its dates to autumn. Hence this programme.

But the episode we caught last week was not just about the Christchurch version of the Ellerslie Flower Show. It is magazine format for those of us whose concentration spans can’t cope with more than a six minute sequence but overall we gave it a creditable pass mark. There was a profile of an attractive garden on Banks Peninsula. It was a shame about the dreadful camera work which panned around so quickly that it was impossible to focus on the bigger views that were shown, but other than that, it showed a garden and gardener of some merit. We then went to the garden of a Christchurch landscaper who is preparing an exhibit for the flower show. Her own garden was pretty rough and not remarkable but the coverage of her planned exhibit was interesting. We then had a brief segment by another local landscaper giving us ideas and principles for our own gardens. Nothing memorable but a good format idea. Then to broaden the appeal, we had Aucklanders Lynda Hallinan on building a worm farm and Tony Morel on watering tips. Lynda goes from strength to strength in the New Zealand garden scene. She has a lot of experience now and she walks the talk, being genuinely interested in plants and hands-on gardening as well as having an engaging personality. Tony’s section was a little too brief and short on detail, but he too has amassed a lot of experience in recent years and his enthusiasm is infectious.

We will be having an early coffee to catch another programme tomorrow morning. It is so nice to see something home grown in gardening TV.
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A friend reported that he had no choice but to make the sad decision to euthanase three zucchini plants.
He had simply run out of ideas to use the rampant produce, having done every vegetable alternative in his repertoire along with muffins, pies and even chocolate cake with grated zucchini (pleasantly moist and good keeping). He had to take drastic steps to slow the harvest, having run out of room in the vegetable crisper.

Turn your back and a zucchini can turn into a marrow overnight and marrows are a challenge to turn into an appetising meal. In days gone by, I have tried to use them by cooking stuffed marrow but the bottom line is the stuffing tends to taste better without the marrow casing. I am not so desperate these days that I feel obliged to use up every marrow. But faced by a small mountain of overgrown zucchini bordering on marrows here too, I dug out the juicer. We only found the juicer recently, stored by one of our overseas daughters in her wardrobe at home and it is quite a remarkable piece of equipment. She says she bought it from Cash Converters for $25 (or maybe it was $40) so I am guessing that juicers are somewhat like bread makers – the thought appeals but the reality ends up being that yet another appliance sits unused in the cupboard. But it did a splendid job on the zucchini and a veritable torrent of fresh, pale green liquid emerged. If we were into chilled soups, I could see an instant use for fresh zucchini juice. But alas, although my Mark is a relatively adventurous eater, he draws the line at chilled soup. So what was I to do with around four litres of zucchini juice? I froze two litres in the hope that it may last until the hot soup season returns. The remainder I mixed with fresh squeezed orange juice to see if that would make it more palatable. It did, although Mark was a little underwhelmed by the orange and zucchini combo with his breakfast. I know he would prefer the OJ without the vegetable addition but variety is good for us, I am sure and I rate it as refreshing.

While on a mission to deal with the avalanche of zucchini, I also tried stuffing the flowers. I have been served these in an expensive restaurant before and they were divine. The usual filling is a simple mix of ricotta cheese (firmer than its cottage cheese cousin), parmesan and fresh herbs. The whole is then dipped in a light batter and deep fried quickly. I never deep fry anything and sadly shallow frying does not really work. While the result was very tasty, it certainly lacked the visual oomph as my flower bundles collapsed. I shall try the oven baked version next time. It is worth perfecting the technique if you are growing your own but keep to the larger female flowers (you can even pick them just as the tiny zucchini are forming at the base) because the male flowers (which do not set fruit) are a little too small.

If you are wondering about the difference between courgettes and zucchini, I read somewhere recently that the former are so-called by the French while the latter is the Italian term. I am guessing that the English were a little slow to catch on that they are best eaten at the juvenile stage so maybe they can lay claim to the term marrow.

There is something charming and reassuring about our elder daughter coming home from Australia for a few days and deciding to repot the orchids. Working alongside me at the potting bench, she marvelled that the last time the orchids had been repotted was when she did them in 1995. They have been fed and watered regularly in the intervening years and there was an element of survival of the fittest, but it is a remarkable genus that can gently tick along while in the same sized pot and in potting mix that is coming up to fourteen years old.

When said daughter was about twelve, she developed an interest in orchids. She is inclined these days to smile wryly and observe that she always was a bit of a geek. Naturally her father was absolutely delighted and encouraged her interest with a joint membership to the Orchid Society. They would trot off together to monthly meetings where Mark used to joke that he was half the age of most of the members and she took the average age down further by several notches. But to this day, they both remember how very encouraging and generous the members were to them both, but especially to our young J.J. Over the years, Mark has been a member of various horticultural interest groups and he has always been impressed by the depth of knowledge shown by pretty well all the orchid enthusiasts – a far greater technical knowledge than is the norm in most special interest horticultural groups. And in terms of complex plant genus, orchids take the top position for having the most individual and diverse species of any plant.

Passionate plantspeople tend to be either collectors or gardeners. Mark is first and foremost a gardener. His motivation is to find the widest and most interesting range of plants he can grow in our garden here. But for some others, collecting a plant and finding out about it is more fun than actually growing it in the garden. So learning about orchids for Mark was primarily aimed at discovering which varieties are suitable for naturalising in our conditions here.

Our J.J is more of a collector and in that she has more in common with most orchid aficionados who tend to be collectors and enjoy the whole showing and sharing process more than practical application to gardening. It is probably that whole process of showing and sharing which means that the Orchid Society still exists in New Plymouth and with sufficient support to mount regular displays at a time when many other similar groups are folding in the face of declining membership. They have clearly remained as generous with their time, expertise and passion for the genus as they were 15 years ago and they have their annual summer show on this Saturday and Sunday at Highlands Intermediate. It is apparently the only summer show in the country and attracts exhibitors from outside the region. You can be assured of seeing orchids in flower which you may never have seen before, including displays of disas. Orchids being such a complex plant group, if you are keen to learn more, it is certainly easier to make contact with the local enthusiasts than to try and muddle along alone.

For the record (and I am sure I have written this before), the successful garden orchids we have here in mild conditions include cymbidiums (the classic orchid used in floral work and with a very long flower life), Australian dendrobiums, pleiones (sometimes called the teacup orchid), calanthes and dactylorhiza. And yes we do have native orchids in this country too, though the pterostylus are so modest and understated that only those in the know would pick them as belonging to the orchid family.

On another topic, along with much of the rest of the developed world, we have been gently drifting back into a more home-grown self sufficient lifestyle (easier with only two of us left at home) but we hit a new watershed on Saturday when we sat down to a dinner when I bravely served up rabbit with home grown vegetables. I know many people around the world eat rabbit. Our J.J. used to travel regularly with an Australian bus driver who would follow up all the rabbits advertised in the Pets column and take them home for the larder…. But I have always had my reservations though I can still hear the inimitable Kim Hill’s words ringing in my ears: “Take their little blue jackets off before you cook them.” We have been inundated with rabbits here, despite the cat doing her best. I have seen her eat Flopsy as a pre-breakfast snack, tuck into her serving of Mother Rabbit for breakfast, return with Mopsy for morning tea and then eat Cottontail for lunch. Mark is also shooting them in quantity and has been suggesting we should be eating the best of them.

At last I found a recipe (in a review book on Italian cooking) which clearly disguised the origin of the meat. It did involve Mark in some extensive micro surgery to bone out the carcase and I then rolled it with a pistachio, mushroom, lemon and thyme stuffing and wrapped it in bacon. It was delicious and the resulting meal served with potatoes, green beans and roasted Florence fennel owed a debt to the supermarket only for some of the stuffing ingredients and the bacon. I need to ease my way into rabbit gently as a regular addition but it could have been mistaken for chicken or pork.

Mark is now suggesting that we should be learning more about edible mushrooms. We have been so ingrained with the mantra that only the field mushrooms are safe to eat in this country, that we ignore a range of fungi which grow freely here and are valued in other parts of the world. Good identification is required because we also have fungi which are hallucinogenic and so toxic they can be fatal, but making the move to eating puffballs and pig’s ear fungi is a mind shift like the rabbit.

We are rediscovering the hunter-gatherer instincts. It is undoubtedly much easier in rural Tikorangi than in Central London where Second Daughter was much amused to see the local technical institute in Maida Vale offering a course in hunter gathering. Beyond squirrels and the occasional fox, we weren’t sure what there was to hunt in Central London and the gathering opportunities seem extremely limited in an environment where even the common sparrow is dying out for lack of food. But it is certainly quaint that in one of the world’s most urban environments, the hunter-gatherer instincts live on.