Since I wrote at length about gardening books yesterday I’ll make this one a quick one.
My boy and girl squash are too darned flirty for their own good. They won’t open on the same days so we can get some serious harvest. People laugh at me and my Q-tip pollination saying the day will come when I am so overrun with squash I will look back at my naive baby-gardener self with fond indulgence.
All I can say is, bring it on! If I can fill my freezer with my own home-grown squash I will be a very happy Pooks.
Meanwhile, the costanza romanesca and the Benning’s green that I grew from seed only have boy blossoms, and today, the crookneck we bought as bedding plants didn’t have any girls, either. Nor did the straightneck we planted from seeds. A sad day for Q-tips.
A word about the costata romanesca that I continually call “costanza” by mistake. That is such a huge name and I have been trying to think of something else to call them so from this moment forward I hereby call them George.
Anyway, no baby squashes will be pollinated today, damn it.
We have peppers growing, okra not yet blooming, potatoes make me itch wondering whether there are really any potatoes under the earth, and lots of herbs and such. Oh yes, eggplant. I do hope the eggplant produces because I’d also love to have moussaka in my freezer. Yum!
Finally, the primary harvest this week was greens. Ruby chard, blood sorrel and leaf lettuce. The Resident Storm Chaser wrote the weights as I called them out, and I don’t know where he wrote them. Anyway, my gorgeous harvest:
My friend Rita has become my cohort in crime when it comes to exulting over the most minor garden miracle, like, fresh-picked lettuce for a salad that–gasp–tastes like real lettuce! And she did that! And so did I!
We call ourselves the Sisterhood of the Musical Fruits.
More wonderful Harvest Mondays at Daphne’s Dandelions!