We have had some rain. Not enough rain. The drip hoses and even the sprinklers have been employed frequently this season. When we get back to the garden today or tomorrow, yet another round of soaking will be needed.
Here’s the garden panorama, as of yesterday. In full summer, green and growing. Asparagus all frondy, flowers here and there and everywhere, twelve foot high corn, spreading winter squash, twining beans, reddening tomatoes, cucumbers and okra appear in profusion and as if by magic because they sure as heck weren’t there when we looked yesterday.
Volunteers—plants that arise from previous plantings that went to seed—are one of the serendipitious pleasures of Wishetwurra Farm.
The garlic is harvested, dried, and once it’s cleaned will be ready to store. Same thing with the shallots. And the onions. The last onions of the season are right now pulled and drying in a garden path.
Tomatoes have begun to ripen in earnest. We’ve put up sauce. This week we’ll freeze chopped tomato pieces. We have brought out and cleaned the dehydrator. Soon it will be full of drying slices, making the house smell totally tomato.
Edamame soybeans are almost ready to pick.
And to steam.
And to salt.
And to drink beer with, on a warm summer evening on the deck.
The cucumbers all three hills of them, are yielding prolifically.
Yellow squash blossoms are omnipresent.
Yellow squash is omnipresent, too.
This zucchini-like object is not zucchini but an heirloom keeper known as “Long Pie”. It’s ready to pick when its belly turns orange, and in storage during the winter, the entire fruit will turn orange. Like the name says, it’s good for pies. The vines spread like Genghis Khan’s legions. Fortunately, their energy goes into squashing, and not into rape and pillage.
Even though it’s full summer, now that it’s August it’s time to think about fall crops and cover crops. Manuring time is getting near. Twenty loads of horse poo have been hauled so far this year. I’m hoping for twenty or thirty loads more before the snow flies. Ten or fifteen tons more manure? What a lovely dream.
What else is dreamy?
Those flowers rampantly abloom throughout the garden.
Sunflowers might just be hairier than edamame.
So many flowers are abloom that they’ll get their own post.