Identifier: lureofland00full (find matches)
Title: The lure of the land
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Fullerton, Edith Loring, 1876-1931 Long Island Railroad Company. Experimental Station, Wading River, N.Y
Subjects: Agriculture
Publisher: (New York?
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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they appeared above ground. In sixdays they appeared. John, those beans are up and you want to get Bordeaux on them at once. All right sir, shall I use it dry? Not on your life! Use it wet and soak em for fair. Im goingto have some good beans off this place if it takes a leg. In six more days they were wood-ashed and hilled-up like thepeas; in another two weeks they were Bordeauxed again. The yieldwas perfect; beans in abundance, and while the other plantings hadreceived as many applications of Bordeaux, we feel they need it whenvery small as this disease must be prevented; it cannot be cured. Thispatch one hundred and twenty-seven feet long and twenty-nme feetwide, yielded twelve and one-half bushels of stringless and wax beans. Potato bugs and flea beetle were still making lace of potatoes andtomatoes while the cabbage worm was keeping us very busy as well. By the fourteenth of June we women folk were picking peas forshipment, while Mike was preparing acre number ten for sweet pota-
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Preparing for sweet potatoes toes. It required much cultivating and leveling to get it into any-thing like shipshape condition. Ted was cultivating lettuce and weed-ing the strawberries. Mother, what shall we do? came small voices. Help us pick peas, wont you? I answered. O yes, Ill help, said Hope and she promptly sat down in thepatch and proceeded to eat all she could reach. Thats great help-ing, I said, the guests at the French restaurant will enjoy those. O well, never mind, mother, he can have the fatty, fatty, boom-a-latties and I will eat the petit pois. They are sweetest, said theconnoisseur just turned seven. Look, mammy, aint I a helper? piped the four-year old. Anapron full of big ones disclosed her efforts, but then she does not carefor peas either raw or cooked. That night the plants arrived. Sweet potatoes, cauliflower, Brus-sels sprouts, tomatoes, celery and lettuce from Maryland. They weretaken from the basket carriers, spread upon the cellar earth floor, andthoroughly

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