Whenever caterpillars have been mentioned, or talked about in our house, up until now, it has always been associated with butterflies – even the ones that never actually turn into butterflies. Well, yesterday, we discovered a bunch of caterpillars in our tatsoi plants, and my daughter wanted none of them. It did not matter if they were going to turn into beautiful butterflies that would amaze and inspire profound curiosity about what is possible. They, in one day, had made our once beautiful full leaves, into cobweb designs, and had completely eaten a few of them so that you wouldn’t know there had been a leaf at all. Clearly, a family had settled in quickly just in time to multiply – there were beautiful green caterpillars of all sizes getting cozy. We proceeded in harvesting all that was left and I dutifully took every caterpillar, attached to a piece of green for the ride of course, and sent them off to find a new home. Does anybody know what tiny black rounds all over the leaves, seemingly associated with the caterpillars – are? Is it their waste? Is it their eggs? I don’t know, and we got rid of them faster than we could take a picture, but I still wonder what their role is and if our plants will recover for another round of harvest. Maybe we need to plant a plant just for the caterpillars. There must be a way to harmonize.
Thank goodness for the bean stalks that are growing. Pristine, bold and steady without any intruders to speak of.
Our questions and insecurities would surely inspire at least a giggle from seasoned gardeners. City dwellers – we can be farmers. I am getting quite excited about our summer camp beginning next week. I am especially looking forward to hanging out with the farmers at the Brooklyn Grange. The Brooklyn Grange is the biggest rooftop farm in the country, and they have lofty goals. They want to create lots of farms on rooftops. Imagine – especially all of you who long to leave the city in order to reconnect with growing food and green spaces. Imagine if people came to the city to learn to farm, if the city were in fact a farming mecca where people of all ages in every community felt connected to their local farm and food chain, where weekly markets were an integral part of our culture’s harmony.