13 June 2008

Verdant Explosion

I was looking for pictures of dirt for work - don't fret why, and so I pulled up the pictures of my garden to see if any of that was useful (it wasn't). Having just taken in the full green-ness of my garden mere hours before (as I left for work), I was stunned at how much it had really grown in only a month! It's amazing what a good wet spell will do for your plants!
I mean, excepting for the flowers. The only damned way I'm going to have anything flowering before July next year is to cheat and drop cash on greenhouse raised flats. I've no room for tending seedlings indoors, unfortunately.
What were 30 days ago tiny squashlings are now majestic mothers of young vegetables, yellow and growing almost before my eyes. Corn is doing its best to be up to that elephant's eye by ... you guessed it: the 4th of July. Green Beans have already begun to come in as the peas race skyward and outward, determined to usurp control of the garden like some pod-vegetable variant of 1900's Germany.
My pepper plants are holding their own in this war for sunlight, though I worry sometimes that peas and beans and squash will roll over my peppers like they were some sort of botanical Belgium, en route to my flower beds of France.
Of course, the whole WWI/WWII analogy falls apart when you realize that some of my peppers are hungarian wax (hot!), and that it was a silly analogy to begin with. I mean, everyone knows that peas can't goose-step to save their tiny green lives.
Out of what I thought were exactly 0 seeds that sprouted, it appears that I will get approximately 6 carrots from the earth, those too ready any day now. My curiosity has thus far kept me from pulling one just to see how they are doing. While in the ground they are at the same time perfect and deficient. I prefer to let Schroedinger's carrots tend to themselves (I do weed around them).
Speaking of weeds, here's a conundrum: how did lemon balm come to be growing in the cracks in my brick path through the garden? I have 1 lemon balm plant, given to me by my father, and it has been conspicuously immobile on my workbench while I waited for it to grow enough to transplant. Weird, right? As in all things that go wonky with my garden I blame either dogs or birds (or slugs), but since dogs and slugs are exclusively destructive, my vote goes to birds. The dogs make sure that there are no rabbits in the yard.
These are the same birds who likely plucked off the young stems of my flower box just as they were preparing to show first blossom. Yes, I was quiet displeased. Dad was good enough to fix me up with some alyssum, which I have planted in the flower box with the transplanted sidewalk lemon balm AND one of the squash seedlings that I had thinned out (they were just too strong to simply toss on the compost heap!). They are all covered with halves of plastic bottles until they show sufficient growth to be left alone by birds.
Well, I've done it again: another rambling tour through my gardens (hey, my sunflowers, second time around, are actually growing). If there's something growing in my yard (other than the grass what needs mowing) that you want me to ramble on at length about, please comment and let me know.
Hey, maybe comment and let me know you're reading? The "I don't have anything to say" excuse is a poor excuse. You just read this. I rest my case.

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