The chickens are fine. They are using their new roost
although I have not a photo of it yet.
|Ethel, Punkin, Bernie, Ruby -- on roost|
Lucy on the cooler. She's such an individual.
The bees are fine but the weeds are grown high at their gates. Weeds are a feature of the farm this time of year, and in spite of all Adam's mowing and scything, it's hard to stay ahead of it.
Ned was bitten by a snake but is all better.
The worms are munching and multiplying.
The tomatoes are ever-bearing and delicious.
The corn is short.
So are all the sunflowers, but then again, we did cheat by buying sunflower birdseed. It's an experiment, and only intended to feed chickens.
Most of all, the weeds are getting the better of us in many areas, and Adam is brainstorming about how to master them better next year so that our bed crops will perform better. It may be time for our raised beds. He's also experimenting with solarizing the grass -- killing it with heat by putting down lots of plastic.
This evening's tomato haul:
The cucumbers, I think, are staging a coup to take over the farm. We caught these this evening in the teen-aged state before they could grow massive and join the coup forces.
The figs on the big fig tree are beginning to ripen. Although not enough yet for canning preserves, Adam is enjoying the occasional nibble as he walks by.
Two apples on the espaliered tree fell to the ground. They look good. The tree in the middle of the garden has green apples still.
The mint is fading and tired. It will have a second growth later.
The tomato plant in the big pot is tall and floppy, and won't stand up.
This is chamomile. It's bloomed and is fading.
The oregano is gone to flower and seed.
So has the basil.
The cilantro died (as expected) for the season. Now we have coriander seed, which we don't have a clue what to do with.
My hyssop died. Yes, that's a soup bowl in the herb garden. I broke its lip but couldn't bear to chuck it in the trash, so I put is in the garden to enjoy.
The borage plant too, which was so tall and impressive, died quickly. I had trimmed off two of its branches, and the next thing I knew, it was dead.
Some of these herbs reseed and return; some do not. Oh -- and the lemongrass is doing fabulous. We will divide it and propagate it for next year.
On to the shady flower beds:
I'm not sure why my sedum is so small. I've always had tall sedum before. Is this a different variety? Or is it in too much shade?
Adam's elephant ears have erupted and are looking grand! There are three in this long bed. Can you see them all?
My sister-in-law's hosta that I moved is letting me know that it is not happy
about it. I'm hoping it will recover and do better next year.
The others that came from the nursery are doing fine in spite of the sun they get.
Both hydrangeas Adam planted are doing well and are making an attempt at flowering this year.
Remember the climbing rose bush we transplanted from the orchard? It's done quite well at last. It didn't bloom this year, but it's well-established now and I think will flourish beautifully next year.
That's it for today! I told Adam long ago that I would be helpful on the farm in June, but utterly worthless in July and August because of the heat. I do not do heat
. He understands. He goes out early, about 6:00 or so, to work, and is done by 11:00. If you don't live in the Deep South and understand what we mean by heat and humidity, it's hard to grasp. I know we seem lazy to those who live elsewhere. You have to live here a few years and do outside work before you can understand!
I love your new blog page and I had a little chortle at the image that erupting elephants'ears produced. I think you are the opposite of lazy and have the fruit and veg to prove it.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Una. :) The elephant ear plants weren't there, and weren't there, and then suddenly ... they were there! haha :) I didn't know exactly how to describe the cultural attitude in the US about Southerners. We have the reputation (on TV and movies, etc.) of being slow (of speech and of mind) and not being in a hurry to do anything, esp. work, and of sitting around napping and gossiping all day. As opposed to the hardworking US citizen in the cities or on the Midwest farm, or on the New England farm, etc. It's just a cultural image, but very inaccurate. And although people elsewhere in the US think they know what "heat and humidity" means, but it's not the same as what we live with here in the Deep South. It's suffocating and slows everything down. Julia fainted from heat exhaustion after returning from work on Wednesday, just from walking outside. All that to say ... thanks for not thinking we're lazy :) We're just worn out!Delete
Oh! If I had all that basil, I would cut it all and make lots of pesto! I picked some of mine. It's nowhere near yours for size and quantity. I like to freeze pesto.ReplyDelete
You are not lazy. I hate being sweaty, too!ReplyDelete
Everything looks super good to me, MK!
Love your chickens! I had Lucy and Ethel,too. Still miss them.ReplyDelete