It's year number 2 for our "Garden of Eatin," and a much different year than number 1 was. While last summer brought us a record number of 100+ degree days, this one has been consistently rainy and cold. And rainy, did I say rainy?
While my vegetables have thrived in the cool wet weather so far, so have the weeds. A certain amount of mud can make pulling weeds easy: they pop right out of the soil, root and all. But with the rain we've had lately, I come home to water standing in the garden, and while I can sometimes get in to the high spots, I've been slipping and sliding in others. It's just been too much to keep up with.
I managed to wake up to a happy mud medium today, though, and went out around 11 a.m. to tackle the job. Here are some before pictures:
The first wagon o' weeds:
And by quittin time 4 hours later, the place was looking a lot better:
What's growin' in there, you ask?
The last of the lettuce was salvaged today, but the arugula and spinach ended up lacy, from some little bug or another. I'll replant more leaf lettuce and hope for another round of salads.
Our radishes were went from seed to the table in less than 3 weeks, and what I didn't pick got so big so quickly that they split open in the ground. Too much rain, I am told. I will plant another row tomorrow, and we'll be back in radishes before the end of the month.
The tomatoes did so well last year that the their weight destroyed the tomato baskets. We went another route this year and put in heavy t-posts and wire fencing. I've been training the plant back and forth up the fence, but this got away from me also so I finished up the day by shoring up 18 tomato plants. There's one more in each corner, one cherry, and one grape.
The garden is complete with 4 jalapeno plants, parsley, chives, cilantro, basil, and dill, and in marigolds, for pretty-pretty.
Time in the garden still fills me with a sense of peace. It is a time spent with earth and God and ancestors. I almost always get lost in the memories of loved ones past when I'm pulling weeds and tying up plants. I wonder did my Grandmother ever let her garden get this many weeds? It seems like no, never.
Years ago when I started my first tiny little garden, I planted all of my green onion bulbs upside down. They grow down, then up, and the were all shaped like the letter J when I picked them. I still remember Grandma saying "Lori! You know better than that!" Well, I do now.
For all of my memories, this is the first time I've had had a large full garden. I've always managed to find a corner for a few onions and a tomato or two, but have never had the space to put in a garden this size.
Year 2. It is year 2, and I love it.
I can barely move a muscle, right now, but I love it.
