Yup, I'm feeling like it's just a bit too crazy busy around here. The really scary thing is that harvest season (for us up here near the tundra) hasn't truly started yet.
I'm still working on shaping up the garden after last week's neglect.
This is what those blasted Jerusalem artichokes have done to my onion bed . . . again. I've actually had a sore right wrist since Sunday when I spent I-don't-know-how-long yanking, twisting and pulling the artichoke shoots out by their ugly little roots. Some had grown to 18" tall.
Just look at that beautiful stand of corn. That is STANDING! I am truly amazed that it came back after being nearly flattened by the wind and rain storm late last week. I am so happy. Good corn stalks, good corn stalks!
This picture doesn't show it clearly, but my first planting of shell peas are finally blossoming like crazy. A little late in the season, you say? For sure. But we'll take 'em when we can get 'em. (Bean blossoms? Well, that's another story all together. Maybe by the end of August? Sigh.)
Here we have sixteen pints of lovely, luscious strawberry jam I made yesterday. Didn't think I'd ever get that batch of berries turned into jam. One thing after another kept interrupting my planned canning session. But they are done now and are ready to be squirreled away for winter gifts and consumption by the Pea Family.
We have a small maple tree on a corner in our back yard. Yesterday I did a double take as I walked past it, my jaw dropping open. This morning I asked my hubby, "Have you see the maple tree in the back yard?"
"Yup," he said, "happens every fall."
"BUT IT ISN'T FALL!!" I wailed.
Please, Mother Nature, don't do this to us after our cold, wet spring. You remember. The one that lasted until July.