As much as I love the rainy weather of late, it seems that late is the operative word. Out of the approximately eight tomato plants, I’m left with barely three (one is on life support). Charlie, one of my regular customers, took a look at the garden and gave me some tips. She picked the yellowing stems off the hardiest tomato plant, looked askance at the weaker two, and pronounced the rest dead or dying. We’re hopeful that this act of horticultural triage will bear fruit.
I’ve reused the stakes to prop up the flourishing pepper plants. Lots of flowers there, so I’m hoping to see some green and red veg. The carrots and leeks seem to be just leaves, but that’s their nature: the prize is underground. The grasshopper must have patience. The zucchini plant is growing by leaps and bounds, but no actual zucchini. Again with the patience.
I pulled one of the thyme plants. The rest of the herbs are limping along with the basil in the lead. They boast some flowers, which isn’t always what you want, but I’ll take it.
As for the the floral part of the garden, I think it’s safe to say it’s done. The marigolds are hardy, but they will have to be pulled and potted. The petunias have been reduced to one plant. Sigh.
There’s always next year, right?