I was intent on sowing the next crop between the leeks. Black-eyed peas, specifically, since I’m not allowed any more tomatoes (which I still don’t like… I know…) and don’t have access to any more peppers (which are either too hot for me, but grow well for me, or I love to eat, but can’t seem to get a good crop off of…) and it’s not *quite* sweet potato time. Well, and I’d have to dig up the leeks to sow those.
But I can’t actually see the ground between these lovelies. I can if I squat. I can if I really try. But then I figure I’d disturb the little bean roots (or are they technically peas?) when I do start pulling leeks. So… the first sowing went between the onion rows instead.
I do have to wait for these to fall over, right? Are we talking days still? Or weeks yet?
And curing them is a day in the shade or the sunshine before a week in the garage? I’ll need to recheck.
It’s… Wednesday, right?
Not now — now it’s Thursday. I think. Let me check…. yup. Thursday. And now I’m thinking of potato leek soup.
Mmmm. The leeks are definitely destined, in part, for soup. Perhaps also for soufflé or quiche? And stir fries and… I should ask the chef.
I’m a bit off my game too
But for me that’s not new
I rather like not worrying about finding my game and just flowing about.
I’m with Shoreacres. I hope you made soup, before it gets too hot.
Curry 🙂 and maybe soup again today with this storm.