The garden is a little "out of shape" also. Even though I've always thought I didn't spend a lot of time on a daily basis in the garden, that little bit each and every day does serve to keep things under control. Out of control is more what the garden feels like now after being neglected for a week.
My main task today was to pick strawberries. I brought in nineteen pounds and twelve ounces. Tomorrow my kitchen will be full of the wonderful aroma of strawberry jam burbling in big pots.
Last Thursday we got 3 and 8/10ths inches of rain along with terrific winds. (Papa Pea's brother had made this whole family reunion/vacation possible by renting a large house on a nearby lake for the week and that's where we spent most of the time.) The whole bunch of us were at the lake in the late afternoon Thursday when the heaviest of the rain and winds hit. Coming home around 10:30 that night, hubby and I encountered a big tree blocking our driveway about one-third of the way in. Once we got to our house, I pointed the big beam flashlight out into the garden and was dismayed to see that my main crop of corn hadn't fared too well in the winds.
This is what it looked like early Friday morning when I went out to more closely survey the damage. I didn't think there was any way the stalks of corn would stand up again and tossed around various ideas all that day as to how I could stake them back up. I so didn't want to lose all that potential corn harvest. I even counted the stalks. One hundred and fifty stakes would be needed if I tried to stake them up. Should I get some rebar and have Papa Pea cut it to the right lengths? Did we have any wood we could cut to use? Would a heavy stake at each end of each row and rope keep the corn in an upright position?
A couple more days and the garden and my creaky body will be back in tip-top shape. Well, I know the garden will be anyway.