This newly-passed summer was
not kind to us. We burned. We hibernated. We missed out on park trips (the equipment was hot enough to burn us starting in May), time in the driveway with our most beloved chalk, and eating outside. We also missed out on a decent garden. We tried, but alas, it just didn't happen.
Those poor spring sprouts didn't stand a chance. For the sturdier little plants that made it past the first few weeks, their reward was a plague of
almost every pest and problem in the book. By the time summer broke, there wasn't much left in our beds besides fire ants and weeds.
Ever the optimist, I set about reviving our tired
potager one last time, and
planted a few seeds with fingers crossed. This afternoon, my sous gardeners and I took a walk to check out the Fall Garden to see how things were faring...
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Teenie tiny little daisy-like flowers leading to the garden 'gate' |
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Our mammoth catmints |
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The weird second-generation icicle radishes we planted from
home-harvested seeds (they're purple) |
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Green beans... finally! |
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The only surviving lettuce sprouts, growing in the gravel path where the seeds from the bolted spring lettuce fell |
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Some hearty kale |
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A few white onions struggling through yet another fire ant bed |
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Tantalizing... tomato blossoms! |
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Garlic chive seeds and a perfectly disguised stinkbug |
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A volunteer watermelon of some kind |
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Our amazing, resilient, survived-the-summer zucchini |
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The girl sprout |
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The boy sprout (yes, that's a crushed yellow marigold in his hand) |
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Bountiful, beautiful marigolds |
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Parsley, parsley, and more and more parsley (not complaining!) |
These garden beds have certainly seen much better, but they've also looked much worse. The simple fact that we've been able to work in a few home-grown veggies and herbs into at least one meal a day, even after the summer we had, makes me feel successful...
...even if they
are a little strange...
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