Oh, The Bounty!

More preserving done yesterday.  Another bountiful picking of shell peas that are now tucked into the freezer to join the first ones put by a couple of days ago.

I also got another dehydrator full of mint processed.  Seems the mint isn't growing back as quickly (after I make a harvest) this year as it usually does so I'm not sure I'll reach the same quantity I got last year.  There's still a lot of growing and harvesting time left for it though so I won't panic yet.

I dump a couple of trays of the dried mint leaves onto a sheet of wax paper and use the heels of my hands to crush it up a bit.  Then it goes into 1/2 gallon jars with a canning lid for storage.

I'm fairly sure there will be a good quantity of beans to harvest and process today.  They're an easy vegetable for me to grow, pick and process, and I always have more than enough for a year's supply.  Yesterday I got word of someone whose beans didn't germinate this year and who would be happy to take any of my surplus.  If the crop this year is anything like it normally is I'll have an overflow amount to send her.  She also said she'll take any and all zucchinis I have.  What a deal!

These are my bush sunflowers, a new variety I tried this year.  Although I didn't get good germination from the seeds I planted, the plants surviving do look robust, although not as "bushy" as I had thought they would be.  I can hardly wait to see what the flowers look like.

So, so close to having slicing cukes big enough to harvest!

The green peppers are coming along nicely, too.

Our honey bees are working the pie pumpkin blossoms like . . . well, busy little bees this morning.

Okay, time for me to get on with the day.  "Tis the time of year when the garden can't be ignored, not even for a day.  And for that I'm very, very thankful!

Rolling in Clover?

Nope, it's going to be more like rolling in peas this year.

I harvested our first shell peas today and ended up with twelve servings.  (A serving is enough for the two of us at a meal.)  Yeah, I understand why many folks choose not to grow enough peas for a winter's supply.  It takes a whole big bunch of pods to yield enough peas for a plate.  But we both love them and they truly taste fresh-off-the-vine all winter long.

Considering I put up only eighteen servings of shell peas last year (for some reason my peas did not do well in 2019) and now I already have twelve servings in the freezer and there are scads more under-developed pods still out on the vines, I predict we will have more than enough of them to last us all winter.

I thought my yellow wax beans and green beans were ready to be picked, too, but I must not have looked very carefully as this is all I got today.  The bowlful is nearly all green ones with just a few yellow ones on top.  That's okay as I had plenty of peas to keep me more than busy.

But I'm sure the beans will start coming in like gangbusters shortly.  Then more peas for sure.  And I'm thinking there will be our second picking of blueberries ripe and ready tomorrow.  When the garden starts producing, it sure does keep the gardener hopping.

Heat and Humidity Equal . . . Garden Explosion!

Although the garden seems to love this hotter-than-usual summer weather we've been having, the human population  on our little acreage is wilting.  And getting close to melting.  And not sleeping well.  And trying hard not to complain (a lot), but it's a tad more than just uncomfortable.  Seemingly not so with the garden's growth.

In this jumbled mass, we have a zucchini plant in the middle and nasturtiums on either end.  (Yes, the grass does need mowing in a big way, but neither of us has gotten up the gumption to tackle that sweaty job.)

I do believe this zucchini was six inches long and an inch in diameter when I checked yesterday.  Which brings me to a short conversation Papa Pea and I had a day or so ago as I prepared to haul another batch of monster zucchinis to the compost pile.

I've tried out a couple new recipes recently (as I do every year) for preparing zucchini.  Time to face the music.  Neither of us particular enjoys zucchinis.  (There.  I've said it.)  And I have many sweet bread recipes we like better than Zucchini Bread.

This caused my dear husband to ask, "Is there a reason you have to grow zucchini every year?"

"Uh, no." I replied.  There you have it, folks.  I have planted my last zucchini.

These are yellow beans.  Still looking more on the green, unripe side but growing.

The green beans are not ready yet either but a little ahead of the yellow ones.

I had predicted the shell peas would be ready this past week, but they've still got a ways to go to show enough "plumpness."

The Scarlet Runner Beans are doing a courageous job of reaching the top of the mountain trellis. At least the ones on the left side are.  I had to replant all of them twice this cold spring so I'm giving any of them credit for getting this far along.

This is the patch of Jack-O-Lantern pumpkins.  So far, all I've found are little green, golf ball sized fruit.

The pumpkins may be teeny-tiny yet, but here's another view of the same patch which shows healthy vines heading out for parts unknown.

We've been fortunate in that we've been getting frequent rainfall now along with the heat and humidity.  It doesn't seem to cool things down much but has been great for the garden's growth.  It's all good.

The Earth Laughs In Flowers

This delightful quote attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson always brings a smile to my face.

I'm usually fairly adept at growing vegetables; flowers not so much.  Nevertheless, I love having flowers in our house and bring in whatever nature (with some amateur help from moi) allows me to grow.

The dianthus blooms have never been as beautiful and plentiful before.  (Ooops, yes, that is an empty wine bottle in the background.  This heat and humidity is causing both occupants of this house to drink.)

This variety of gladioli has been blooming for a couple of weeks now.  (Karen, the ones you sent me a couple/few years ago just yesterday showed a first blossom of the year.  Yay!)

My old standby cosmos (even I can reliably grow them) have been wildly prolific this year, especially this "Rubenza" variety.

The last couple of years the bush zinnias haven't produced well for me, and I almost didn't start them this year.  Now I'm glad I did as they are full of blossoms and a gazillion buds.  This small vase of them is on the back of our toilet.  (Aren't you glad I shared that info?)

If, indeed, the earth does laugh in flowers, I say bring 'em on.  We need the flowers and the laughs this year.

It Could Drive A Person To Drink

The berries on our blueberry bushes are just starting to ripen.  There are enough of them that I've been hoping we'll get a better crop than last year.  Maybe a really nice crop.

Dear daughter stopped in tonight on her way home from work and as the three of us were chatting in the kitchen, she glanced out the window down toward the blueberry patch.  She noticed movement in the bushes and said she thought there might be birds helping themselves to some almost ripe berries.

Papa Pea went out and as he got closer to the area, about six crows flew up out of the bushes.  Oh, blast and dang.

Well, that meant only one thing.  We had to cover the bushes if we were going to get a blueberry crop for ourselves.

The rough ground you see in the foreground is an area we're working up for more planting space.  To plant out to feed the wild birds and assorted critters.  Not.

Bless our daughter's heart, she stayed and helped us get a covering of Agribon fastened down over the whole patch.

While we were in the process of doing so, a cute little chipmunk ran right under the tunnel I suppose thinking he would spend the night munching on berries on the low hanging branches.  Encouraging him to evacuate the premises was a frustrating task not appreciated by the three humans.  Methinks there will be traps set to further discourage Mr. Chipmunk and his relatives. 

I know it's all part of gardening, but these little frustrations are really . . . well, just that.   A frustration.

Thunder Boomers During The Night

And lots of lightning, too!  But the rain collected in the rain gauge this morning was just under one full inch so the loss of sleep was well worth it.

I took a walk through the drippy garden first thing this morning, and I would swear (but only with pretend words, none of the hard stuff) some things have grown 6" since yesterday.

My broccoli is getting close to being ready to harvest.  Gotta watch it carefully because the heads can go from not-quite-big-enough to separated and past prime in a snap.  As you can see, the same insect (I'm calling them flea beetles although I'm not sure that's what they are) that has been feasting on many leaves in the garden this year hasn't avoided the broccoli leaves.

I don't think we've ever had such lush potato foliage as this year.  Sure hoping this means lots of big, ol' taters underneath.

Aren't potato blossoms lovely?

I just may have found something that will willingly climb up and over the hoop trellis I have on one of the raised beds.  Scarlet Runner Beans!  I'm thinking the vines should be bigger (as in taller and farther up the trellis) by now but because of our cold spring/early summer I had to replant about 50% of them.

The three haskap bushes have been stripped of all their berries which are now in the form of 10 pints of luscious syrup and 8 pints of lovely jam.  And also 3 gallon bags fresh frozen for use in smoothies and another bag destined for a pie requested by Papa Pea.  I'm hoping this supply will last us two years because next year all the berries are going toward . . . WINE!

The blueberry bushes are showing more berries (albeit green yet) than I had expected to see this year.  Upon close inspection yesterday, I found only one single, teeny-tiny growth of the dreaded Witch's Broom that has been plaguing them.  Although we may not be out of the woods on this one yet, as of now I'm scoring one for our side.

The rain drops are still coming down in slow fashion now at mid-afternoon so all this moisture is invaluable for the health and growth of the garden.  And golly-gosh, did we need it!