Under SoilI think at this point the season is going to be mostly spent tending, prodding, and generally paying attention to the vegetable gardens and various other edibles. I am nibbling at the thought of flowers, shrubs, and other things that are neither edible nor grass, but all of that will be in time, in time. I need to learn to build walls in curves.
Indeed: I have set myself some work. In the west patch I have, from west to east: a super marzano and early girl (tomato), red beauty and anaheim (peppers), and two viva italia (tomato, again), interspersed with basil and marigolds, all now living under a comfortable blanket of mulch. In the north patch are the herbs (chives, parsley, winter savory, purple sage, oregano, rosemary, and thyme), the spinach, the onions, a pickle cucumber and an eggplant, along with a brandywine (tomato). The okra is hanging on, but feeble, and the cilantro is still reticent (trying that from seed). The horse radish looms large and Jurrasic in a half barrel. I need to figure out where I'm putting the rhubarb, and soon.
In the front, the strawberries are coming in waves. Even with the lossage to the squirrels, I can pull a pint of deep red from down in the leaves every few days. I have long been a fan of local berries from local markets. The berries in the front yard are excessively local, and I can leave them on the stem until they are ready. Such a difference!
There is a sunflower in the front yard, too, still in the pot. I've learned in the past week that I have to worry about windage up here, when I plant. Its already fallen over once. Hopefully, I can set it so it will grow to top the hedge, to peek over and down the street to greet those who walk the rise. The front yard needs more whimsey.
My prediction: on August 12th, I will have an unnerving amount of tomato.
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