I planted too many marigolds.
|Those are bush beans in there. True story.|
The flower that I have always maligned has, like, run a-complete-mok in the garden.
I planted too many marigolds.
I tell myself this every time I go to the garden.
Because this past winter when I was planning my garden, all the while knowing we were totally planning to eventually sell our house and the garden and move to the country (yes, we knew. Don't be all mad.), I made a pact with myself.
Or something like a pact - like, a decision. Or a mandate! No, that sounds weird.
Anyway, my *strategy*, let's call it since that sounds marginally less Plant Lady Crazy, was that this, quite possibly my last vegetable garden at this house, was going to be AMAZING.
Over the top with fucking awesomeness.
Like, no whammies whatsoever.
I was going to just kill it. In the way that killing it is having it be the best vegetable garden I've grown ever.
So, all I planted were Sure Things.
Like, firstly I took stock of what plants I'd saved seed from. Those were my home team advantage. I already knew they loved it here.
Then, for the Sure Thing ones for which I didn't have saved seed (like they were hybrid varieties) but I knew did REALLY well here, I went into my seed stash and raided whatever I had left to grow out into seedlings.
Then I set out a garden plan for the final round of my crop rotation in the garden in which I have grown vegetables for 10 years and, as extra insurance for the AMAZING HOLY SHIT garden, I also chose and sowed marigold seed that I hoped wouldn't make me sad every time I went to the garden.
Because marigolds are really good in the garden and also terrifically ugly.
They repel pests and attract beneficials while all the while looking like burned up wads of tissue paper that somehow missed the trash can and blew into the yard. But they do all that fruity shit for the garden that is actually quite good and real but for which people think I'm insane and, like, a whimsical moon maiden to believe and I don't care because fuck those guys.
I'll have burned up dark orange tissue wads protecting my last garden in this house because it has to be AMAZING HOLY SHIT or, like, BUST or whatever.
And so I found marigolds that were in a color I could stomach and wouldn't make me think that I had a bunch of blossoms on my vegetables because they were the same yellow color as the majority of my crops' blossoms. Which was the other reason I came to hate marigolds because I have only ever grown the yellow ones and I'd get all, "OOH! The tomatoes have blossomsohnotheydon'tit'sjustastupidmarigoldjerk."
So, I got these. Dark orange. I love orange. You know this.
And then because I hardly ever grow marigolds and have, obviously, very little idea how big they actually get, I planted about 105 of them in and around my vegetable garden that is not even 100 square feet.
So, yeah...the fucking marigolds.
I planted too many.
|Are you seeing the burned up wad of tissue paper thing here?|
And every time I come out here to check on how the AMAZING HOLY SHIT garden is doing, I think to myself, "WOW! This garden is doing AMAZING. HOLY SHIT!" and then, "I planted a too many marigolds. This is fucking ridiculous."
|The "Watermelon" bed. Mmhhmm...|
Also, "Wow. Those are way bigger plants than I remember them being. No wonder my work crew thought I was insane for wanting to put 3 plants to a 1 gallon pot at the entrances to my greenhouse. They must think I'm a moron."
Whatever. They're huge and the garden is really AMAZING HOLY SHIT so I'm fine with it.
|The "Cucumber" bed|
|The Tomato bed that was saved the indecency of being overrun by marigolds but instead by nasturtium.|
|The tomatillo bed - spared the marigolds, but still a little scared.|
Though I am having a hard time finding the AMAZING HOLY SHIT vegetables I was so intent on growing.
|Beans? Are there beans in there? I think that no.|
Because they're pretty much lost forever behind all the muther fucking marigolds yikes.
I'm thinking of pulling a few plants out, but you know how I am and how I hate to throw plants away, especially ones that are doing so well and clearly helping the garden so much.
Though I can't really say how much because I am having a pretty hard time finding the vegetables in there.
But I've found some.
And they've been pretty AMAZING HOLY SHIT so far.
|The pole beans (Fortex, Blue Coco) and cucumbers (Lemon, Boothby Blonde) that I've snatched from the grips of marigolds.|
|The first pink lemon which I'm told tastes like grapefruit.|
|Kinda looks like grapefruit if you ask me. Which you are, right? That's why you're here? So, yes - grapefruit.|
And I've, thanks to the not-yellowness of the marigolds, found lots of tomato blossoms and tomatillo blossoms and no watermelon blossoms yet because their sun may be getting blocked by the...um...marigolds, but I can see their spotted leaves!
|The first lanterns! Not at all obscured by tricky lying ass marigolds.|
|Some more beans. Because OH MY GOD WITH THE FUCKING BEANS.|
|That's a cucumber blossom which is OCCUPIED.|
|Yeah - watermelons. For reals.|
|Some tomatoes already setting.|
Yes. The blossoms are on the plants, fruit is on some of the plants, we'll probably have our first tomato by 4th of July which is almost 2 months before we move, we've already harvested nearly 10 pounds of beans and another 10 of cucumbers and it's really looking like my post productive garden ever.
Also we have grapes and this artichoke.
And, like a billion sweet peas and nasturtium and we did have this volunteer Lemon Queen sunflower that I just hacked down because it was leaning unattractively and shade-blockingly in front of the melons that just grew up out of nowhere without my help or water.
I won't take credit for that one. It was just the annual, "Who's this fucking guy?" sunflower that I have gotten each year for the last, like, five years at least.
Man. I'm going to miss that next spring.