@EatenByLimestone, when I was in fifth grade, my mother trapped a groundhog that had been devastating her garden. She borrowed a gun from a neighbor, dispatched him, cleaned him, soaked him in brine in the refrigerator, and fried him up for dinner. It really was delicious. She said that, of course, he tasted good. He’d been eating all of her fresh garden produce before she got to.
@Woodsplitter67 and
@Dan Freeman , you both have been working hard. I’m impressed.
@clancey , I’m glad your back is improving and that your three plants are well.
@begreen, we’re on the border between the darkest orange and the middle shade. It hasn’t been too bad this spring heat-wise (but the drought and winds and fire danger haven’t been a picnic). It will be a different sort of hard on the garden this summer, though, if we have higher than normal temperatures and continued drought. I feel for you, though, with such lingering cold.
I spent a good chunk of time in the garden yesterday. I had to fill all the ollas, and I also pruned off some of the lowest foliage and suckers on my larger tomatoes. It filled my son’s little five-gallon wheelbarrow. It was nice to get a closer look at the plants, though, and I found more baby tomatoes. That is always cheering.
Here are some photos for cheer.
A very small sunflower. It was sent in a little cup in a tiny wooden box as a gift for my husband from his work a year ago. I opened it up and watered it this year but coudn’t bear to keep the sprout in its tiny container, so I potted it up and transplanted it out. It’s only a foot high but very pretty. The second shot is a small okra seeding.
Here’s a picture of a tomato I pruned yesterday. The pot behind it is empty, and the green behind that is my asparagus plants that are ferning. The next two shots are some of my container tomatoes.
Finally, some basil that I topped when I was pruning. I have the tops in a glass of water on our dining room table because they’re so pretty and fragrant, and I’m hoping they’ll grow roots so that I can give them away.