…we are sick. If Lee can come back from the living dead somehow by this coming weekend, and I’m not too out of it, we will try to squeak a few things in. Otherwise, it looks like it is going to be somewhat of a bust for our summer garden. I’m feeling disappointed but there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it. The weather has been awful, one of the wettest springs in forever, and trying to hand till made us slower.
I talked to another neighbor a few days ago who told me that they had planted twice this year as the first time everything rotted. They are hoping for better luck this time around. My mom is squeaking things into her garden this week also, while not planting any corn. On her north sided hill she didn’t figure that it would have enough time to grow.
My plan is to plant a winter garden instead. Last year I didn’t because I was so frazzled by the end of the summer I didn’t feel like it. This year, with not a whole lot going on out there, I will still be in the mood. Besides, it feels like I haven’t even started gardening yet. I might see if I can pick some vegetables at some local farms when they come into season. That way I will be able to still do some of my canning and preserving that I want to do.
This past weekend was really beautiful. The perfect day for doing some weeding. So, hmmmm, where do I start? After all these months of rain and no weeding going on this is what our garden looked like. Makes a girl want to cry. Now if I can just find where I planted those beets….
I used some crushed oyster shell back at the end of May to help combat my slug problem. Lets just say it worked not one iota, and before I could get my sluggo bait they had wiped out all my newly sprouted seedlings. I have some collards that kind of survived and since I started using sluggo bait they have perked up along with my broccoli. I was really looking forward to my kohlrabi and cabbage too. I’d eat the slugs out of vengeance, but they just don’t sounds as appetizing. Bleck.
Our potatoes look gorgeous. At least what you can see of them. They finally got hilled for the first time. Lee had to bring the lawn mower into the garden and mowed down the pathways. Then he mowed where he hopes to dig new beds if he ever feels better. I couldn’t help but have a few giggles that we were having to mow our vegetable garden.