I killed three plants three years in a row before trying these from seed. I spent four years practicing the seeds. This one spent three months in my laundry room and has been in the ground for over six months. I’ve never found a scraggly little flower so beautiful.
The neighbors have a patch that self-sows every year. That’s my hope for this little one… Provided it can stay hidden from my generous little give-mama-all-the-flowers-boy.
… is not like the others.
Fall starts for kale and cabbage, broccoli and cauliflower, and my first try at a fall cucumber.
The potatoes have poked through and the beans have shot up. Come on, fall!
Apparently I can choose when to pick these? Apparently, it’s up to me.
The green are a little under for my picking tastes. Too much webbing. Too little food for the effort lacking strings.
The tinged are trying. Almost there. String but not strongly so.
The robust red. The insistent burgundy. The no-confusing-you. Those are the ones, I think. Those are the beauts.
At least, until we cook them and study once more.
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