Thursday, August 1, 2013
I have finally figured out what my gardening problem has been for the last several years. It's heat - pure and simple. I can't stand the heat, so I just don't go out there and spend much time working at maintaining order. Okay, to be honest, I already knew that. I have boundless enthusiasm for the garden in early spring and in the fall, and can hardly stand to walk through it in the middle of summer. I realized this anew last Sunday when I was out there in the lovely 70-ish degree temperature, weeding, pulling out spent plants and preparing some beds for fall planting. I spent hours toiling away and was so happy to be doing it. At least for this very moment, the weeds have been beaten into submission. I'm not delusional enough to think it will last long, but I'm just so pleased to have accomplished it.
Besides the weeding and bed preparation, I've been in the kitchen making pickles (bread and butter and dill), pesto from my basil and several batches of blackberry jam. Maybe another post on that later. We are still waiting on the first tomatoes to ripen, so there is much work ahead with freezing those. Though the peacock has done some unauthorized harvesting and the Japanese beetles are now thick in the blackberries, I'm feeling more successful than I have in many years.