Today was forecast to be sunny, but so far it's been blowsy, gray and very damp. It's not recommended to pick strawberries when the plants are wet, but I couldn't resist all those red, red berries beckoning to me so I went out with bowl in hand and picked only those hanging out on the edges.
My harvest weighed in at exactly one pound.
Unfortunately, there was evidence in the patch that this wet, cool weather has been hospitable to slugs . . . ugh. (Ugh to slugs.) Once I threw the first ruined berry over the fence into the chicken yard, I had an audience of feathered friends lined up eagerly watching me pick and ready to beat their buddies to the next one I tossed their way.
You can probably guess what we had for breakfast this morning. Yes, the berries are late coming in this year. Most likely lack of sunshine and warmth that hastened their ripening.
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During the night we were awakened with the perfume of a skunk, apparently one that had recently had a dispute with another creature of the forest, wafting in through our open bedroom window. Whew-eee, was it strong. Pepe le Pew must have made a tour of our little homestead because the odor is quite pervasive outside this morning. When our daughter dropped off Tucker on her way to work, she said she could even smell the odor in our house. Oh, great. I should have gotten up and closed windows during the night when we first noticed the smell.
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I sure do wish the weather would blow clear and that sunny forecast would materialize. I really need to spend time
destroying communing with the prolific weeds in the garden.
I may not have mentioned it but about half of our Brussels sprout plants inside the screened frames blew over in a hefty wind several nights ago. We had to lift off the frames and tie the plants to stakes so they would straighten up and fly right. This morning I noticed two of the broccoli plants have laid down so now I'll have to enlist Papa Pea to help me get that screened frame off and stake all of them up. I've never had this happen before but I'm assuming it's because of all our rain and the soil being so soft and soggy.
Too much rain, not enough rain. Too hot, too cool. We gardeners have to be a tough lot able to roll with the punches. That . . . or we're gluttons for punishment. (Wink-wink!)