My little plants need stakes now! At least the tomatoes do. Soon they’ll be growing up and reproducing. Yikes! Does this mean I have to tell them about the birds and the bees? I mean, I talk to them anyway (“C’mon, little guy, you can do it!), but not about (ahem) sex. That could be embarrasing. How does one explain pollen or proboscis? Hmm. Bet there’s a book in the shop about that.
See? Not just Brits like Brussels.
Meanwhile, they need water during this dry summer. And some pest control. Apparently, some green larvae thought the leaves of my sprouts were tasty. Sorry, lavae, no one but me gets to eat my Brussels (not true, but you get my meaning). I plan to follow Ed Lawrence’s recipe
on bug-icide. He is the gardening expert on the CBC’s Ontario Today
Squint and you’ll see a bud.
Also, on Sunday I saw a flower on one green pepper and buds on the others! I’m thrilled to bits about this. Such a tiny thing brings such joy. I just wish my herbs would grow bushier. We shall see. I’ve scheduled to check in on them every day for next few weeks to make up for the lack of rain.
One of the fun side effects of the garden is the interest my co-workers are showing. Stacey gives me updates each time he sees me: “The carrots look good. When do you know they’re ready?” It’s really encouraging. He was duly impressed with the the flower on the pepper plant, as he should be.