It would sound like I’m an ungrateful shrew if I complained because Vince “helped” in the garden while I was in Missouri and pulled up all of my artichoke plants so we won’t talk about that. I won’t mention that it takes at least 2 years for them to grow before producing and I had been babying and pampering them and was so proud of all the artichokes they produced in the spring. I had cut them back because I read if you cut them back, you may get a fall crop so, in his defense, they did look like a dead stem sticking out of the ground. He feels bad (I hope). What’s gone is gone. I’ll get more next year and try again.
This weekend we picked the last watermelon, pulled up the last of the onions, spread lots of rabbit and chicken poop and began preparing for a fall garden.
I was ever so pleasantly surprised to see that since I cut back the asparagus in the middle of last week, it’s producing again. In fact,we had asparagus for dinner last night. Vince said “Does this mean we will have asparagus every night now til Christmas?” and I said “If we’re lucky” but I wanted to say “Yes! And we might have been having artichokes too!” but I didn’t say that.
The plan for now is to plant onions and garlic in this spot. Maybe there’s room for carrots or beets there too. I’ll have to see how much garlic I ordered and how many onion sets end up coming home with me.
In the fall garden, in addition to garlic, onions, carrots and beets, I hope to plant lettuce, cabbage, kale, and whatever else might grow here.
No doubt there will be a huge crop of grass burs too. These are the ones that made it back from the garden to the porch and all I had done was walk into the very entrance of the garden to turn off a water hose. They’re in the rugs in the house. They’re in our clothes. They’re in my yarn. These little rascals could be what causes me to give up gardening and become a couch potato!