I blab for a hundred years on this blog about the garden. Gardenblahblahblah I believe we started calling it, you and I.
And then I decide that - HEY! Let's make this garden bullshit all official and I quit my normal person job, start a garden type business, go back to school for a horticulture degree and then radio silence on the gardenblahblahblah.
Um? Hullooo? What's with the garden then?
Yeah - the garden, my garden, is totally IN for the summer. And I think you know, but I'll say it once for any new people here (HI NEW PEOPLE! Put your drinks on coasters, you fucking animals.) that when I say garden I mean the vegetable one.
The rest of the plants on my property, while they may be lovely and serve special purposes like making food on a perennial basis (artichokes, rhubarb, cherries, apples, lemons, limes, kumquats, etc forever) or bringing in beneficial insects or whatever - my real psychoness is the vegetable garden.
I fucking love to grow vegetables. That's true. Particularly the warm season ones.
And the warm season vegetable garden is SO IN.
|BRING IT. Oh. It's here.|
|National Pickling cucumber because obviously. And all those spring greens in back that are, as we speak, burning to a crisp in the suddenly scorching May sun yay.|
|One of two Toma Verde tomatillos because you know.|
|Silver Cloud Cannellini beans because we eat a lot of them and also because WHAT IF I COULD GROW THEM MYSELF?|
|The spring greens are really nice and also really on their way out. Sad.|
|A Small Shining Light watermelon for squaring because of our ongoing desire for food in square shapes.|
|Just a volunteer cilantro doing what all cilantro does. BOLT. Jerk.|
|A Better Boy Tomato because ALWAYS.|
|A Jaune Flamme tomato because as of last year ALWAYS.|
|A Paul Robeson tomato because Love Apple Farms says it tastes fancy and I believe them so we'll just see about that.|
|Uh...have you see the random poppy field that sprung up in front of my beehive? Because it's awesome.|
Right, OK - that last picture is not one of the I FUCKING LOVE IT warm season vegetable garden, but I will say that it for sure falls into the I FUCKING LOVE IT category because just look at this shit:
|Hi! We're just going to be awesome over here. Hope you don't mind.|
|And when you sit at the beehive being all ARE THE BEES OK? YES. then you'll have this nice view.|
|Even when you're standing back there under the tree, the view is still pretty kickass.|
|And then the bees have this badass runway so they'll never forget where home is.|
|It's like a big badass banner that's all, "HEY BEES! Home is here. Come home. NO SWARMING."|
But because I've been so shitty about Gardenblahblahblahing, you get extra double lucky bonus garden love:
|The grapes are all OH RIGHT IT'S YEAR THREE LET'S GROW OUR FUCKING FACES OFF. Which is nice.|
|I remembered to sow sweet peas in the fall, so that's happening 24/7 now.|
|I shall braid garlic this year. That is my solemn vow.|
|GRAPES ARE YES.|
|This probably doesn't seem all that impressive, but the kumquats are putting on a lot of new growth.|
|And sweet peas...|
|And sweet peas some more...|
|And sweet peas in the neighborly vases that my neighborly neighbor made and hung in the doorway of our neighborly dutch gate.|
|Artichoke forts are Jada's new favorite thing. Because of the sudden hotness and the super hugeness of the artichokes.|
|The ladybeetles are on the fucking CASE around here. Love that.|
|Rocket is in on the fort making. She's such a copycat. CAT HA GET IT YES SORRY.|
|Hops. Did I tell you I was growing hops? I am. We are hopheads. Make yer jokes.|
|More poppies. In the front yard meadow. Just because.|
|A shitastic photo of what are actually very pretty bush anemones. Or something like that.|
|There are so many artichokes OH MY GOD SAVE US ALL. Also, get butter and garlic.|
|Peas. They are going to die a quick scorchy death in the heat wave we're having, so I must eat them imediatemente.|
OH! And here's a random late-to-the-game plea:
Someone please tell me who sent this awesome time lapse camera that is, as we speak, documenting the seed to seed life of my favorite tomato.
It just showed up at my house last year and I don't know who sent it even though I've interrogated all of the likely subjects and they're not copping to it.
I swear - it's awesome. I won't hate you or call the cops for your stalking! Mostly I will thank you and then probably apologize that I'm using it for something as absurd as chronicling the life of a tomato instead of something more glamorous like chronicling the life of an Idontknowhat.
A kitten? I bet you'd want to see a kitten. Everyone fucking loves cats, which I don't get. Even though I have a cat. BUT WHATEVER - this is about the camera. If you sent it to me, I'm willing to overlook the fact that you super sleuthed my home address and that creeps me the fuck out and just say thank you and VIRTUAL HIGH FIVE and such.
Also, maybe I'll send you some canned tomatoes? Whatever. We'll work it out. Just come clean.