A week ago yesterday, we pointed our wagon (okay, our humongous SUV) westward and spent the Memorial Day weekend in south-central Oklahoma. Before I left, I watered, weeded, took pictures and left word with Swimmer Girl and Middle Son to please (please, please!) water while we were gone. Temperatures soared, but they faithfully watered and the vegetables responded to the combination of moisture and heat. Unfortunately, the weeds were left unmonitored for those few days and the miscreants took advantage of their freedom to grow and flourish as well.
It has taken me a few days to catch up on other things before I could turn my stern eye back to the weeds. Yesterday I slipped out before it got too hot and tackled the weeding. Middle Son strolled out to see what I was doing; I mentioned running the Mantis tiller to loosen the soil in the paths and re-shape the rows. He took the
hint (errr, bait) and the next thing I knew the tiller was running with him behind it. Then he went the extra mile and hand-hoed the edges to get everything looking wonderful as you sand weed-free as you see in this picture:
When he finished, I pointed out that since he doesn’t love tomatoes, he must have been motivated by his love for me. He agreed that was part of it – and the promise of lip-smacking salsa in a few more months. The tomatoes, zucchini and peppers are all blooming with abandon.
I had one tomato go all wilty on me. At first I thought it had been overlooked in the watering schedule, so I watered it a couple times and it didn’t recover. I plucked it out, washed my hands and substituted a health (but small) seedling in its place. No sense in babying a sickly plant or risking letting its virus or fungus spread to the other plants.
My next to-do is to become a mixologist and whip up an egg/pepper concoction to protect the beans from rabbits. And start harvesting a few of radishes.
So how’s your garden doing?