Week 4
This week was one of those where I didn't have any interest in going to the garden. They don't happen often, but when they do... It's only because of writing something here today, and my partner wanting to go as well, that I went.
And then of course I spent a beautiful two hours or so there, in the sun, on my own rhythm. Just weeding the front flower garden. I'm not done yet but today promises to be another glorious sunny late-summer day so we'll be headed back there I'm sure. Still not too excited but that's okay.
I think my lethargy stems from the oncoming autumn. A few trees are changing their colors and it's getting colder at night and the geese have pretty much left (at least, I don't see them practicing their phalanxes anymore). The worst part of the year for me is on its way and I'm in mourning already. I'm like a flower, a spring and summer child. I get my energy from sunlight and I can feel it dwindling. And even though it's only temporary the dark autumn and winter months always feel terribly long.
So, let's dwell on the good stuff, yeah? Here are my favorite tomatoes of the year:
I call them stoplight tomatoes. I'm sure there's an official name but I'll never know it. I really hope to grow these again next year so I'll have to be very careful with the seeds I saved! They grow quite tall, and this bunch is the last and highest one (as you can tell from the cut-off stem beside it).
Bart harvested another ridiculous amount of tomatoes, a green pepper, and a massive courgette. I made soup; everything in it, including the herbs and the garlic, was from our garden. Only the olive oil and the salt and pepper wasn't.
In flowering news, the asters are starting to bloom, and don't the bees and other pollinators love them. We have both high and low asters (alluding to height of the plants here).
I like seeing these early harbingers. :-) Soon this will be purple all over, and heaving with beasties!
And finally, our little ented hawthorn, which was one of the only plants on the plot when we started and deserves to be so much more but I don't know how to get it out of its shell.
It does seem to have done a bit more than usual this year, so perhaps the drainage pipes we laid are helping it. If it continues to glow up next year perhaps I'll have learned they don't like wet feet. To be continued.
And then of course I spent a beautiful two hours or so there, in the sun, on my own rhythm. Just weeding the front flower garden. I'm not done yet but today promises to be another glorious sunny late-summer day so we'll be headed back there I'm sure. Still not too excited but that's okay.
I think my lethargy stems from the oncoming autumn. A few trees are changing their colors and it's getting colder at night and the geese have pretty much left (at least, I don't see them practicing their phalanxes anymore). The worst part of the year for me is on its way and I'm in mourning already. I'm like a flower, a spring and summer child. I get my energy from sunlight and I can feel it dwindling. And even though it's only temporary the dark autumn and winter months always feel terribly long.
So, let's dwell on the good stuff, yeah? Here are my favorite tomatoes of the year:
I call them stoplight tomatoes. I'm sure there's an official name but I'll never know it. I really hope to grow these again next year so I'll have to be very careful with the seeds I saved! They grow quite tall, and this bunch is the last and highest one (as you can tell from the cut-off stem beside it).
Bart harvested another ridiculous amount of tomatoes, a green pepper, and a massive courgette. I made soup; everything in it, including the herbs and the garlic, was from our garden. Only the olive oil and the salt and pepper wasn't.
In flowering news, the asters are starting to bloom, and don't the bees and other pollinators love them. We have both high and low asters (alluding to height of the plants here).
I like seeing these early harbingers. :-) Soon this will be purple all over, and heaving with beasties!
And finally, our little ented hawthorn, which was one of the only plants on the plot when we started and deserves to be so much more but I don't know how to get it out of its shell.
It does seem to have done a bit more than usual this year, so perhaps the drainage pipes we laid are helping it. If it continues to glow up next year perhaps I'll have learned they don't like wet feet. To be continued.
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