I have been told I have fans who read this sort of thing. I’m not certain I believe it, but by this point, you’ve probably clicked on the Continue Reading tab, so you’re here whether you meant to be, or not.
Today was supposed to be a wonderfully exciting day for me, and now it’s not. I’m working on buying a horse -!- and the process was supposed to be completed today, but she came up lame a couple of days ago, and the current owners want to make sure she’s sound before we transfer ownership. Which is nice of them, except that this post was going to be a long and boring brag about my new acquisition, and now I have to find some other way to entertain you.
So let’s talk about gardens instead. I’m rather proud of mine. It’s very small- two raised beds, each 4×16, and another little patch in the front yard- but given that it didn’t exist until two months ago, it’s doing quite well. I spent the last couple of years in a semi-arid mountain state before moving to the Midwest in June, and I’d forgotten how easy it is to grow things when there’s actual air, soil, and water for the plants.
I broke down and bought previously-started tomatoes, basil, and peppers, because there was no way I was going to start my own seeds during an interstate move. The tomatoes are now taller than me, and loaded with little unripe fruits. So I may have done something right, there. Possibly. I also started cucumbers from seed, and in my infinite wisdom, planted at least a dozen, thinking they wouldn’t all sprout. Guess what happened.
No, really. Guess.
I foresee a lot of pickles in my future.
But since finding weird ways to preserve food is one of my hobbies, I’m not too worried. On the other hand, my husband is appalled by the idea (I thought I was keen on food safety, until I met him and discovered that I was the merest novice). Oh, well. More pickles for me!
The photo at the top is a butternut squash flower, taken by me. The flowers have been just about ready to pop for a few days, and this one greeted me when I checked on them this morning. Those vines were also started from seed, and they grew so fast I may have actually seen them sprouting. With any luck, a few of the fruits will be ripe by the time everything dies back for winter.
But alas, the course of true gardening never did run smoothly. Something is attacking my brassicas- mostly collards, but the broccoli has taken a beating, too. I’ve tried spraying a solution of dish soap and water on the leaves, but it doesn’t seem to be having much effect. My next step is to sprinkle them with diatomaceous earth, and if you have any other suggestions, please sing out. I love collards, and seeing them with holes in the leaves is rather saddening.
So that is the state of the garden- bursting at the seams but not perfectly smooth sailing on all fronts.
Did you plant anything this year? Has it been successful? What sort of wacky gardening problems have you encountered, and how did you solve them?