My plan still remains for the vining things to vine away in the big plot. And I cannot wait for pumpkin blooms, which I consider to be one of the most beautiful things a person can witness in public. I believe there’s still more than enough room for that all to happen successfully. But I didn’t put the cucumbers in the big bed. So, I’m at a loss. If I grow them up, the Butcher can mow with ease. But then they’ll block out whatever’s in the bed with them.
If I let them grow into the yard, the Butcher will not have such an easy time of mowing back there. On the other hand, the cucumbers sending out curling tendrils that twine around things in the yard and choke them and deprive them of life feels a little like revenge for what the weeds are doing.
It’s like the things in my garden are finally big enough to fight back. Take that, yard!
Also, I think my spinach is ready, but I don’t know for sure how to tell.
But I’m going to try to remember two things for next year. One, we’re going to put in two new beds on the front of the shed with lattices and that’s where we’re going to grow our peas. It’s the perfect spot for them. But two, I think I’d like to get some pots and do lettuces and spinach in containers up by the house–save the beds for things that need a lot of time.
Anyway, I will try to remember to get you some pictures of the tomatos all staked up. It’s hard to believe that these are the same spindly almost dead things that were on the porch.
And can I just say that, while I’m enjoying growing the tomatos and the peppers, that there’s something really awe-inspiring about the beans and pumpkins. They’re just so big that it kind of takes me back a little bit when I see them. I mean, I held those seeds in my hand, and now they’re these massive, hoss plants.
I know that’s how nature works, but damn. I’m still in awe.