The garden has run riot the last few weeks. If a large group of us could throw a couple of hours each day into the garden, we could keep up with all of its maintenance: tying up unruly tomato vines; keeping the collards from bolting; pulling up purslane and pigweed. As we all have day jobs, we spend what time we can give harvesting and watering.
We have arrived at an uneasy truce with the garden, in which we focus our attentions on the young vegetables in our raised beds and turn a mostly blind eye to the encroachments of chamomile and Queen Anne’s Lace elsewhere, ignoring the weeds and volunteer plants that pop up in unexpected places.
The garden is a mess, but a gorgeous mess--like the character of Baya in Le noms de gens.
Although I’ve not written much recently, and my memories of the last few work days have blurred into one sweaty and tomato vine-stained bunch of impressions, I did take a number of photographs on those three Saturdays. The next few posts will be thematic, focusing on one or two of our crops as they grew over the last few weeks.