Down to 88° F! I almost need long sleeves. (You think I’m joking…)
I heard on the radio the other day that ~130 days per year here have a heat index over 90° F as the high. Somehow this both surprised me to learn (after 16 years here) as well as soothed me to know. (I did move here for sunshine, after all.)
I ordered a new toy, which I only discovered the name of after 10+ failed attempts at search terms to find it from witnessing one in a video.
And am experimenting… any favored soil blocker receptacles? Or tips for watering them without them crumbling?
Ten cauliflower sowed. Tens more to go.
Twisted and curled, poised to launch. Crafted and careful, compressed.
Toppled and rolled and crunched
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!
Because this isn’t going to last long enough to make it on a plate…
The kids won’t know what they missed when they get their “dang quesadillas.”
Tis the season for growing compost piles, for weeding unwanted seeds from the stockpile, for starting a wishlist for next year and reflecting on the season’s passing.
I think it may be the last year for the raised beds. And I think I’ll help them go. They harbor ants nests I can’t beat back or cajole away. They permit sweet potatoes to bunker under the walls, lessening the harvest and sowing the next generation of ground cover in the same allowance.
But to do so would require remapping the irrigation installed by our predecessors. And that is not in the time budget between now and the early sowings of spring when we’ll try for more peas and beans and carrots and things.
So perhaps another year, I’ll eke out of these tiring lengths, and perhaps next winter we’ll be moving, or the kids will be old enough to require less of my ship’s side to barnacle upon which will both ease and sadden my heart, and also increase the time budget a smidge, methinks. We shall see.
So the beds will rest, the compost will grow, and the caterpillars will continue to feast like royalty upon my cauliflower dreams.