Christmas Limas -- Planted LAST WEEK!
I have once again been reminded by both Furious and Bitterman that last year we planted seeds too early and wound up with a bumper crop of seedlings scattered around the house, filling every sunbeam in the place, much to the chagrin of the dogs. (It doesn't seem to bother Sadie, as she rather enjoys napping on a pile of compost.)
With that warning in mind, we once again planted early this season, patience not being my strong suit, and have wound up with a great collection of quickly sprouting vegetation.
Cukes! And Cherokee Purples! Planted Mere Days Ago!
So far, the cucumbers, seen above, the pumpkins, seen below and the beans have taken off like nobody's business. Tomatoes are right behind, each plant poking its head out of the starter soil. I'm happy for that, as, if we can keep them going, we might be able to begin harvest around mid-late-July. (These are Cherokee Purples and Boxcar Willies. I had no luck with the Purples last season, but I blamed the soil more than the seeds. That appears to be fixed now, so we'll try again. I've fallen in love with heirloom tomatoes ...)
(On the other hand, they never write. They never call.)
Pumpkins are being moved down to an unused section of the butterfly garden, as having them just off the yard proved to be too much of a temptation for Furious George as he mowed the lawn. Why bother moving the escaping fronds when you can just mow over them? I complain and he just gives me that cheesy look of his and goes back to his cocktail.
Tomatoes this season consist of sixteen plants (more, if more seeds sprout), including Big Beef Hybrids and Better Beef (mainly for salads and slicing), plus a variation on Romas, which will be used to create homemade sauce for the year. It's a lot of tomatoes, but just about every one of them gets used over the course of the summer in some way, shape or form.
The Lost Kitchen Table
We haven't necessarily LOST the kitchen table, but we have been relegated to a small section of the west side. It's not too bad, even though Becky had to move a bean stalk the other day to take a sip of her soup.
Sharing the house with growing greenery is certainly a small price to pay for such happy anticipation.
Just think, though, if they really take off, of all we might be able to produce with these little boogers! We may not even have to buy any established plants this season. They'll be growing EVERYWHERE!
(I'd knock on wood for that one, but my head is still sore from that drinking game on Saturday night with Bitterman.)