My Dad always said ‘Self-brag stinks’. It’s ingrained in my brain. But when it comes to kids, grandkids and gardens, sorry Dad.
My tomatoes make me happy. Well actually they make me happy this year, and not a whole lot of others. Weather is half of the equation or more. But I like to think that dweeby attention to caring for them is part of it. Smile for the camera…
They went in late this year, and maybe that’s part of it too. Who knows? I’ll take it.
If you’ve ever doubted that compost works, don’t. My single zucchini was planted where last year’s compost piles sat.
That’s this year’s 3′ by 3′ compost bins sitting next to it.
And finally, before I threw in the towel on my downy mildew-ravaged pickling cucumber vines, they surprised me with enough cukes to make one more batch of pickles.