- The umpteen things I order from Fedco Trees always arrive, bare-root, at the worst possible moment in the beginning of May, just when I’m thinking, "If I don’t get this vegetable garden rolling, I will commit hari-kari."
What I am ordering this year? More than I can afford. My husband has been trying to persuade me to take out half the back lawn in my city yard in order to plant more edible stuff at our primary residence. I think it’s a plot to get me to sell my country house, so I’m resisting a little for show. But probably just for show. The idea of planting fruit trees that would never survive a winter in the country in the balmy urban climate of Saratoga Springs, NY is nearly irresistible.
In addition to scheming about sweet cherries and apricot trees, high on my Christmas list is pawpaws! I’ve never tasted one. "Develops a delicious custardy vanilla flavor," says the catalog. My kids would like that. "Large drooping tropical-looking foliage." I would like that. "Prefers light shade and rich well-drained soil." Oh, for God’s sake, it’s perfect! Where do I sign?Posted by Michele Owens on December 14, 2007 at 4:36 am, in the category Eat This.