If you are one of the people who want or expect to receive tomatos from me, I must confess that I will be at work all day today, so if you want to mount a rescue operation involving you, some ninjas, and possibly Martha Stewart, you should do so. I was growing them inside no problem, but since they have been moved outside to the porch… Um… Yes… well…
They aren’t dead. Most of them.
But that’s about all I can say.
I spent the early part of the evening planting tomatos and peppers in my garden. All that remains to be done is planting the cantalope and the three plots of three sisters. And then planting the marigolds.
Here is my only question for you, America. I just bought one pack of corn because I don’t want or have room for a shit-ton of corn, but folks have been telling me that, in order to get ears, you have to have two types of corn. Is this true? Obviously, I need to know rather urgently, before I plant this evening.
Anyway, I love planting things in my garden. I cannot recommend highly enough the mushroom compost from over at Bates. Once it’s been in your yard a week, it no longer smells very strongly of coffee grounds, but it is quite a treat to be digging and be overcome by the faint smell of mushroom pizza.
I don’t even like mushrooms, normally, but the smell from my garden is making me feel very fond of them.