If your spring-summer garden is standing tall right now, you are a Green Thumb of the first order.
If you have happy fruit-producing plants, you must be living in Vermont.
This past weekend, I put most of my early tomato plants and melon vines out of their misery and sent them to Compost Heaven. I’ve got similar plans for their cherry cousins and cucumber vines this Saturday.
While we’ve got real mud out there, I’ve got time to think about the next planting.
When this unexpectedly heavy rain stops, I’ll get my little tiller out to churn up as much soil as I can with some mulch and renewed fertilizer.
It will be labor intensive, but it’s necessary if I’m going to put in another crop.
But what crop? I’ve asked myself.
Collards, no way.
Onions or shallots, I don’t know, but I’d like that.
Parsley and cilantro, definitely.
I’ve got to look at my garden books, then consult with my local vendors to find out what they’ll have for me to plant. Might need to get some seeds on those herbs since it’s unlikely I’ll find anything else.
If this growing season had any highlights, it was my cucumbers for pickles and the really sweet, little yellow tomatoes my neighbors introduced me to last year. Their “volunteers” this spring were so numerous, I had to dig up many of them and give them away.
I brought quite a few of those golden globes to the office, and wow, you would have thought it was a drug – everybody who ate one wanted more.
I’m promising to proselytize next spring, when I know I’ll have plenty of seedlings coming up.
As for the shallots, even garden guru Felder Rushing said last week on his radio show that he doesn’t know anything about growing them. I tried with some baby ones this past spring, but they didn’t turn out worth fooling with. Fall’s got to be better, she said while she forgot about Siberia last January.
What I really need is to get a gig like Felder, who’s been in the English Midlands all summer planting raised-bed gardens and yucking it up with the locals while he writes a book about gardens.
He had the nerve to tell us, via MPB “Think Radio,” that at the end of his day, he’ll just stroll off down one of those classic English walking paths to the village pub for a pint.
I’ve simply got to figure out a good reason the Daily Journal will let me wander the south of France next year on a writing, gardening or cooking project.
But if I did that, who would tend my own Rosalie Gardens?
And darn if I haven’t forgotten to get myself a sign to that effect!
It all sounds like I need to make a good list and stick with it.
But, in truth, with football season right upon us – praise be – I am going to have much less garden time.
So, I’d better keep it simple or I’ll miss all those wonderful games. Oh, joy!
Contact Patsy R. Brumfield at (662) 678-1596 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
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