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...
|Teenie tiny little daisy-like flowers leading to the garden 'gate'|
|Our mammoth catmints|
|The weird second-generation icicle radishes we planted from|
home-harvested seeds (they're purple)
|Green beans... finally!|
|The only surviving lettuce sprouts, growing in the gravel path where the seeds from the bolted spring lettuce fell|
|Some hearty kale|
|A few white onions struggling through yet another fire ant bed|
|Tantalizing... tomato blossoms!|
|Garlic chive seeds and a perfectly disguised stinkbug|
|A volunteer watermelon of some kind|
|Our amazing, resilient, survived-the-summer zucchini|
|The girl sprout|
|The boy sprout (yes, that's a crushed yellow marigold in his hand)|
|Bountiful, beautiful marigolds|
|Parsley, parsley, and more and more parsley (not complaining!)|
...even if they are a little strange...