Garden variety
It's growing. Our garden is looking good-ish for the year. Or, well, half of it is. In the words of my husband, half of it could be in a magazine. The rest, well, oh well.
We learned many lessons last year. Some we are following through on, others not so much.
It didn't get plowed in late winter. And it's showing. I didn't even want to plant this year because of that and the fact that my canning cabinet and freezer still runneth over from last summer. But it seems Brandon needs a garden like his next breath, so we compromised and cut the planting area by a third. Nothing ever grew in that other third anyway.
Oh the weeds, the sticky plants, the crab, crab, crabby grass. Lord have mercy. May we never not plow again. And we haven't had as much time for weeding and soil primping as last year, so it's a bit scraggly.
Corn looks great. We could probably grow corn out of rocks.
Tomatoes showing promise. Thinking a few of them may be too shaded by this overachiever locus tree that, since we have been married, has grown from seed to over a hundred feet tall. We'll see.
My poor, sad rows of limas and black-eyed peas are pathetic. No idea why. Even tried to replant, and they just didn't come up. No one mourns this loss like I do, since I'm the only member of the household who loves them.
Cucumbers are vertical again this year, and even fancier than before weaving in and out of this old length of fence we've had for a decade or more, just sitting in the weeds. Every single cucumber seed we put in the ground came up, giving us I think 31 plants. And they are beautiful.
The squash and zucchini are not getting electrocuted this year, but instead are loaded down with very promising blossoms.
Green bean plants don't look the best. They are spindly, not nearly leafy enough, maybe from lack of much rain. The boys did manage to pick a handful, and we're hoping for enough by the weekend to cook up a batch.
And apparently we missed a few potatoes in last year's dig, and they seem to be doing well also, as a nice yummy little food surprise.
Other than that, Brandon is trying new things with his electric fence, since we have had numerous visitors in the quiet hours. We've seen some deer prints, a couple of skinny rabbits going in and out, and a jiggly fat groundhog about the size of a labrador retriever hauling tail away from there. Can't figure out what they are doing, because nothing appears to be nibbled on. They're probably just sizing up the menu for when everything is ready.
Need to train the boys to shoot them, I guess.
One photo of each boy, every week, doing their thing.
We learned many lessons last year. Some we are following through on, others not so much.
It didn't get plowed in late winter. And it's showing. I didn't even want to plant this year because of that and the fact that my canning cabinet and freezer still runneth over from last summer. But it seems Brandon needs a garden like his next breath, so we compromised and cut the planting area by a third. Nothing ever grew in that other third anyway.
Oh the weeds, the sticky plants, the crab, crab, crabby grass. Lord have mercy. May we never not plow again. And we haven't had as much time for weeding and soil primping as last year, so it's a bit scraggly.
Corn looks great. We could probably grow corn out of rocks.
Tomatoes showing promise. Thinking a few of them may be too shaded by this overachiever locus tree that, since we have been married, has grown from seed to over a hundred feet tall. We'll see.
My poor, sad rows of limas and black-eyed peas are pathetic. No idea why. Even tried to replant, and they just didn't come up. No one mourns this loss like I do, since I'm the only member of the household who loves them.
Cucumbers are vertical again this year, and even fancier than before weaving in and out of this old length of fence we've had for a decade or more, just sitting in the weeds. Every single cucumber seed we put in the ground came up, giving us I think 31 plants. And they are beautiful.
The squash and zucchini are not getting electrocuted this year, but instead are loaded down with very promising blossoms.
Green bean plants don't look the best. They are spindly, not nearly leafy enough, maybe from lack of much rain. The boys did manage to pick a handful, and we're hoping for enough by the weekend to cook up a batch.
And apparently we missed a few potatoes in last year's dig, and they seem to be doing well also, as a nice yummy little food surprise.
Other than that, Brandon is trying new things with his electric fence, since we have had numerous visitors in the quiet hours. We've seen some deer prints, a couple of skinny rabbits going in and out, and a jiggly fat groundhog about the size of a labrador retriever hauling tail away from there. Can't figure out what they are doing, because nothing appears to be nibbled on. They're probably just sizing up the menu for when everything is ready.
Need to train the boys to shoot them, I guess.
One photo of each boy, every week, doing their thing.
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