I finally had to take some time off from scrubbing. My arms started to move in circles involuntarily. Scrubbers arm. And, the garden was overflowing with tomatoes – right now, I am planning the morning pick.
The big producer is the yellow cherry. I been making batches of yellow sauce.
We have other stuff growing in the garden. The extra water really helped the gourds and lufa’s. Now if we could just keep the squirrels from eating everything. Every night they come and poach sunflower heads, even before they begin to form seeds. We find what’s left, all nibbled to the center. I don’t blame them – sunflower sap is sweet like sugar, I tasted it. Sunflower heads smell edible, I bet they’re really good.
And then there’s my son, who plays ball with Biscuit every night, or she mopes. Baseball is the single most exciting thing in her life, and dogs have to have a routine. If she doesn’t get baseball, she’ll just lay there being all depressed. Who needs a depressed dog?
Trouble is, the boy can really hit that ball, damn those missiles. Every now and then he rips one into the garden, and it hits like a bomb. The other night he hit the gourds.
Biscuit can open the garden gate with her nose, if that ball goes in there, she will get it. Unfortunately this missile knocked off our only well-formed gourd. We’ll see if it will cure properly. We’ve only ever had one, and it’s tricky to dry them without them getting moldy, I have no idea how it’s done. I put it in hanging basket in my kitchen and we’ll see what happens. There are more coming, if I could just get the boy to watch his missiles we might get some. I’ll keep you posted.