Lovely rain fell last night, and this morning.
Up to now we’ve had hot August weather, and I’ve spent a lot of time dragging hoses around and watering plants. Late in the day you can kind of play with the sunlight in the spray…
But enough playing in the water–this is a grown-up gardening blog sometimes.
There was a second basil harvest:
Lots of basil sauce made and frozen for winter, from a blend of leaves, garlic and olive oil. And the plants continue producing in the shelter of the greenhouse which is the only place I can get them to happily grow.
My favorite garden event has been the sunflowers. Finally!
I grew about eight tall plants. They are the sort for cutting, not seeds, although the honeybees work them over anyway. I simply love the blooms in a vase–the most cheerful flower anywhere– and they last so long you can almost pretend they won’t die, just like we do with people.
Potato plants die.
It became time to be strong and face the outcome.
My terrier assistant stood by with shovel and trowel and pruning shears.
I cut back all the vines and leaves to get to the possibly vast harvest.
This was an exciting moment. I hesitated. Tiny useless potatoes? No potatoes? Millions of potatoes? Max sounded a trumpet, and in the distant hills I heard a roll of thunder…
I pried the clump of soil apart like a muffin.
The filling was nice-sized potatoes, growing in a layer, all at the same level, still lightly attached to the plants’ roots. Muffin potato stratum–not like jam but still.
From the four pots I harvested maybe 10-15 pounds of potatoes. I salvaged the compost they grew in, and gave it to a new flower bed. (Growing potatoes makes growing flowers seem extraordinarily pleasing.)
I haven’t cooked any of these potatoes yet but, unless they are epic in taste, I shall stash the experience in my memory rooms, at the end of a corridor in probably a little closet, where I can go find it and look at it now and then– through all the coming summers when I do not cultivate potatoes. Because the thrill is gone, as they say. I’d like to seriously try bush green beans though.
Always, I will grow sunflowers.