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Further gardening update
Jul. 5th, 2009 02:59 pmMe: *attacks back yard with a vengeance*
Insects: "GENOCIDE! APOCALYPSE! AIEEE!" *insect diaspora ensues*
June Bug: "OMGWTF! CRAZY WOMAN!" *burrows back into the ground*
Earwigs: *come forth from the ground like a freaking tidal wave of exoskeletons and pincers and antennae*
Me: "Eww..." *continues weeding*
Large But Pretty Weed: "What are you DOING?!?"
Me: "I am weeding."
LBPW: "You don't want to uproot me!"
Me: "Oh, but I do."
LBPW: "No no no! I'm a tomato plant!"
Me: "No, you're not."
LBPW: "But I have a pretty yellow flower, just like a tomato plant, see?"
Me: "You're not a tomato plant."
LBPW: "How about you pretend I am?"
Me: "You're choking my actual tomato plant."
LBPW: "You could pretend you didn't see me. I'll make it worth your while!"
Me: "Are you going to provide lots of tomatoes at the end of the summer?"
LBPW: "Uh... maybe?"
Me: "Yeah. Didn't think so. Are you, in fact, going to deprive me of tomatoes by choking my tomato plant?"
LBPW: "..."
Me: "That's what I thought." *uproots the weed*
I have made great strides in the garden in the last three hours. The weeding is about 90% done, all but the very last raised bed, because I ran out of energy. I am going to have a cold drink and a rest before heading back out there.
Something has been at my garlic. I now have five plants where I used to have eight. I am put out. The lettuce is growing back in spite of repeated attacks by the local marmot and is now looking quite big and healthy.
The parsley has not fared as well, since it appears the marmot has been snacking on it. The pepper plants are sulking (probably 'cause they were infested with weeds, poor things), but the tomato plants have suddenly grown an entire foot. Four out of the five Brandywines appear to have survived their very fraught beginnings, although they're showing no signs of flowering yet or even growing branches. Still, the stems have thickened considerably, and three of them are holding up under their own steam with no help from the sticks I planted next to them. The cucumbers have finally deigned to grow about two inches and have started flowering, which is very exciting!
The mint is having a party in its corner of the garden. I planted spearmint earlier this year, and it appears that even though I thought the original peppermint was dead, I was wrong! It's coming back as well. Most of the herbs appear to be happy, if not exactly thriving, and the coriander has decided to flower, which looks very sweet.
The raspberry bush is producing berries like mad, which is very heartening, as I'm told they don't usually make berries their first year.
I also laid waste to the bindweed and the creeping Charlie in the open areas of the garden with the weed whacker until it ran out of steam. It's currently recharging in the shed.
I'm expecting a call any minute now that will take me away from my gardening and off to visit a friend who's in town for a split-second, but when I get back this evening I'm going to go back out there and clean up the huge freaking mess I made while weeding and weed whacking, and put all the extra garbage and stuff out in the trash or the recycling. I am rapidly running out of room in the compost bins, too, and I'm not quite sure what to do about that.
Insects: "GENOCIDE! APOCALYPSE! AIEEE!" *insect diaspora ensues*
June Bug: "OMGWTF! CRAZY WOMAN!" *burrows back into the ground*
Earwigs: *come forth from the ground like a freaking tidal wave of exoskeletons and pincers and antennae*
Me: "Eww..." *continues weeding*
Large But Pretty Weed: "What are you DOING?!?"
Me: "I am weeding."
LBPW: "You don't want to uproot me!"
Me: "Oh, but I do."
LBPW: "No no no! I'm a tomato plant!"
Me: "No, you're not."
LBPW: "But I have a pretty yellow flower, just like a tomato plant, see?"
Me: "You're not a tomato plant."
LBPW: "How about you pretend I am?"
Me: "You're choking my actual tomato plant."
LBPW: "You could pretend you didn't see me. I'll make it worth your while!"
Me: "Are you going to provide lots of tomatoes at the end of the summer?"
LBPW: "Uh... maybe?"
Me: "Yeah. Didn't think so. Are you, in fact, going to deprive me of tomatoes by choking my tomato plant?"
LBPW: "..."
Me: "That's what I thought." *uproots the weed*
I have made great strides in the garden in the last three hours. The weeding is about 90% done, all but the very last raised bed, because I ran out of energy. I am going to have a cold drink and a rest before heading back out there.
Something has been at my garlic. I now have five plants where I used to have eight. I am put out. The lettuce is growing back in spite of repeated attacks by the local marmot and is now looking quite big and healthy.
The parsley has not fared as well, since it appears the marmot has been snacking on it. The pepper plants are sulking (probably 'cause they were infested with weeds, poor things), but the tomato plants have suddenly grown an entire foot. Four out of the five Brandywines appear to have survived their very fraught beginnings, although they're showing no signs of flowering yet or even growing branches. Still, the stems have thickened considerably, and three of them are holding up under their own steam with no help from the sticks I planted next to them. The cucumbers have finally deigned to grow about two inches and have started flowering, which is very exciting!
The mint is having a party in its corner of the garden. I planted spearmint earlier this year, and it appears that even though I thought the original peppermint was dead, I was wrong! It's coming back as well. Most of the herbs appear to be happy, if not exactly thriving, and the coriander has decided to flower, which looks very sweet.
The raspberry bush is producing berries like mad, which is very heartening, as I'm told they don't usually make berries their first year.
I also laid waste to the bindweed and the creeping Charlie in the open areas of the garden with the weed whacker until it ran out of steam. It's currently recharging in the shed.
I'm expecting a call any minute now that will take me away from my gardening and off to visit a friend who's in town for a split-second, but when I get back this evening I'm going to go back out there and clean up the huge freaking mess I made while weeding and weed whacking, and put all the extra garbage and stuff out in the trash or the recycling. I am rapidly running out of room in the compost bins, too, and I'm not quite sure what to do about that.
