Saturday, July 25, 2009

Children of the Corn


OK, so it’s just one child. But hey, look at that corn! And that was actually over a week ago -- it’s considerably taller now. We’ve been immensely grateful for the wet spring and summer this year, without which we have no reason to believe anything in our garden would have survived. Not to be hard on ourselves or anything, but let’s face it: we really don’t know what we’re doing.

Regardless, it’s been fun, and watching the plants develop has been fascinating and educational for all of us. For a while there, whenever a new tomato showed up, we all had to run outside and check it out. Now, of course, there are more tomatoes than we ever thought possible, not one of which has actually turned red. Is this normal? Should we worry? We have no idea. Fortunately, we’re willing to wait and learn, and apply our new knowledge to next year’s crop.

And it hasn’t all been mere anticipation. We’ve now eaten spinach, cabbage, a pepper, and two zucchinis grown on our own land, and there are several very ripe-looking cucumbers out there as I write. In addition to the tomatoes, we have pumpkins, honeydew, peppers, and corn in various stages of development. Oh, and the mystery plant. There’s something that looks very similar to, but definitely not the same as, our other squashes, but we didn’t plant it, so we’re just kind of waiting to see what happens there. Whatever it is, it’s doing splendidly, with no assistance from us. And did I mention the sunflowers? I think some of them are taller than me now.

As for the rest of the land, well... How ‘bout that garden, eh?

OK, it’s not developing quite so rapidly. But we’re chopping down the weeds from time to time, and continuing the endless war against the sumacs, and there’s one bit of the property along the fence to the south that we actually hope to turn into something somewhat presentable this year. One step at a time...

Anyway, you can see it for yourself if you come to our Ice Cream Social on the 23rd of August. (Or come by any other time, really. We like visitors.)