I think this is the first year that I've realized I unconsciously gauge what time of summer it is by how the garden looks and what it's producing.
Judging by my garden and the produce (or I should say lack of) I'm currently getting from it, you could easily convince me this is the first of July instead of the first of August.
The weather, the garden, my internal clock have all been totally out-of-kilter this year.
Our strawberry season started late and petered out quickly. These beauties, all cleaned, sliced and ready for fresh eating are the very last of them for this year. Sigh.
Today I found the first couple of ripe raspberries. Just enough for a taste. Last year I did an ample first picking in the middle of July.
Unless something disastrous happens, I think we'll have the best blueberry harvest that we've ever had. Our domestic bushes are FULL.
However, it's easy to see they are not even close to ripe yet. Last year, I harvested the first of them on July 22nd.
Broccoli gave us our first heads on July 20th last year. This year the plants haven't even started to form heads yet.
I could go on and on about everything that is late this year due to our very late, cold spring followed by summer that has been cool, wet and lacking sunshine.
But let's face it; that's life and not every year is just the way we want it to be for our own personal purposes.
I'm thankful my garden is still green and growing and other than way too many grasshoppers munching every green leaf they can get their greedy little mandibles on, I'm not battling much other than the weather. (I always thought grasshoppers were worse in dry, hot summers. Guess that's been disproved here this year.)
The garden does look good (yes, I am a little slow but the August 1st pictures in comparison to June 1st and July 1st should get posted tomorrow), and I still have hopes for a good harvest from much of it.
You hear that, Mother Nature? Please be nice now, okay?
the quotidian (9.22.14)
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