I have nothing new (let alone earth-shattering) to report, but maybe that's an indication of the fact that all is well and normal.
A half sunny, half overcast day forecasted so as soon as the dew dries up a little more, I'm going to go outside and do what needs to be done.
The red impatiens I planted in the window boxes this year were lush and lovely. Now? Not so much. They're on the way out, and plans to pull them and redo the boxes with small pumpkins and a fall motif are on the agenda today.
Speaking of pumpkins, my jack o' lantern pumpkins are (surprise, surprise) coloring up. This shot of three of them is straight out of the camera with no tweaking of the color. Too bad only the tops are orange; the bottoms are still dark green. But, oh my, are they ever huge this year. I may need a forklift to haul them out of the garden.
The potatoes are still patiently waiting in the soil for harvesting. The temp in our root cellar is slowly (slowly being the operative word) going down, but is not nearly cool enough yet for good vegetable storage.
Each year we struggle to find a good place in which to cure our big crop of onions. This year Papa Pea thought of using our cold frames covering a couple of garden beds.
We pulled out all the onions (above are the yellow ones . . . obviously) and laid them out in two raised beds. The covers of the cold frames are closed at night to keep the temp from falling too low (and to keep any night time moisture from getting on the onions), and just cracked or opened more widely in the day time to ensure good air circulation. So far, they seem to be doing okay, but the proof will be in the pudding. Or in the well-cured onions. Stay tuned.
I'll close with this picture of our granddog, Tucker, living his hard life. Nuthin' better than an afternoon nap in the sunshine.
the quotidian (2.20.17)
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