With moving in May, we didn’t have time to plant a vegetable garden this year. Sure, we could have rushed in and put some plants in the ground, but we don’t have any particular spot in our new yard that cries out, “Garden! Here!” It’s going to take planning, building, soil preparation. So it was put on the back burner while we put the house in order.
But . . . before our move, I had optimistically purchased a bunch of tomato plants and herbs that desperately needed planting, even though the boxes were only just being opened and we were still digging out essential kitchen tools. So somehow we found time to do a little container gardening. And add to the flower bed. Because those boxes . . . they’ll be fine til autumn. Or winter. But staring at a brown patch of empty soil all summer would have been a kind of torture.
As a result of the need to get those plants in some soil as quickly as possible, and in an effort to use what we had on hand, some of the tomatoes were put into containers that are probably far too small. They’re fairing ok for now, but I don’t expect them to produce as well as the others. We’ve lost a few already to pests and blossom end-rot, but I’m hopeful that we’ll get a decent crop.
There is some kind of squash plant growing out of our compost bin, which is odd because I don’t remember putting any squash seeds in there.
Our chard rebounded after being mowed down by one of the hundreds of bunnies that populate this neighborhood.
For future harvests, we’ve started a patch of chamomile. And the raspberries.
And the flower garden is an odd mix of the few perennials here that survived last year’s drought; a few packets of seeds we sowed; a surprising number of volunteer petunias, moss roses, and marigolds (it’s amazing what you’ll find if you don’t weed!); and a handful of plants we bought at the nursery on a whim and then planted willy-nilly with no real plan or design scheme. We’ll see how that turns out. My efforts to create a second flower bed were thwarted when I found that a majority of our yard to the west of the driveway has a layer of bricks laid out just a few inches beneath the surface of the soil. Far too many bricks to dig out. Perplexing and frustrating . . . guess we’ll have to come up with a Plan B.
In the meantime, there is no shortage of flowers to look at. Our next door neighbor has a meadow for a yard.
In other outdoor-related news, today I went outside and was startled (and admittedly a little creeped out) to see a black squirrel. But a quick Google search assured my that they really do exist, and this was not (as I momentarily suspected) some kind of evil demon squirrel or the unfortunate victim of an oil spill.