The rain has boomeranged back. But how else would western Oregon get its 40 inches a year? I don’t mind so very much except the gardens are droopy from the weight of it.
Temperatures are mild and there is a kind of jungle thing happening outside, weeds sprouting every minute, shoots rocketing off from all the plants and tangling into each other, pea vines falling off the very trellis they had insisted was so dang important to their prosperity.
At the same time the cucumbers no longer care about the pea vine possession of what was in other years their own cucumber trellis. They are quite pleased with their new twiggy supports, the warm rain and the little green velcro strips I use to assist them in their verticality. They bloom and reach, bloom and reach, stretch those fibers, elongate those stems! Exhausting to watch.
In the interest of painful honesty I will now admit that the onion bed is a mess. (It brings to mind snakes, or spaghetti.)
But I will divert you with this: I harvested the garlic yesterday. Call it wisdom or psychic ability or just gardening instinct, but when the leaves turned yellow and fell over completely flat on the ground, well somehow I just suddenly knew.
There is plenty to last through winter.
I forgot to order the seed garlic last fall so this grew from some I just bought at the farm store. It was called “Gourmet California Garlic.” So now I will discover what sort of garlic California gourmets like. I plan to tie some into knots aka garlic braids and I’ll let you know how that goes.
I have shown amazing grit and follow-through in the massive potato growing project. You may recall the veritable international incident which resulted from its inception. The potato chunks grew and I dutifully buried them up to their noses and then they grew some more.
Here they are in today’s rain.
They are forming flowers, which means something. I will have to look it up.
In other news, you may recall that Tillie bolted.
With a man.
We are told he is some kind of retired bank CEO or criminal or both and now they are married and living on his private island off the coast of Greece.
The lovely bride sent a gracious note:
I just hope they don’t have children…