Bottom leaves are turning yellowish (I need more fertilizer), and the yearly spots are developing again. Time to spray!
CHEAP!!! CHEAP Chinese cheap products. I hate the fact that our country cares at all about doing business with that awful country. Everything that we buy/sell is made there. I see no quality in 99% of their products- CHEAP- no wonder their stuff is less expensive. Made by almost slave labor, some of it child labor, with few environmental control. I can drive an American made steel post into the ground with no fear that it's going to crumple under the stress like the cheap Chinese one. Add to that the abominable environmental carnage the Chinese have exacted on animal populations around the world, and it makes one thoroughly anti-Chinese.
Today I came home to an almost dead garden
This is what happens when you get too confident and cocky. You CANT TURN YOUR BACK on the garden. Water, weeds, bugs, maintenance- all needs to be done ALL THE TIME. This issue makes me respect our migrant workers who go from state to state working for next to nothing doing the work Lazy Fat Americans look down their noses at (but would starve to death if these ‘second class’ citizens didn’t exist). It takes brains and muscles to do this work, not to mention a godly work ethic. Where would we be without them? They’re mostly extremely poor Mexicans and others. We totally take advantage of them, like they are slaves. Our cowardly president knows nothing about these great people, as he spews racial hatred in every other speech. I’m extremely agitated when I think of this issue- enough to the point where I would join an effort to get that asshole out of Washington- send him back home where he is hated also. The sooner the better!!!
The oasis is guarded by “Roberto,” a Peruvian Easter Island spirit. He sees everything and protects my house and family. I feed him spiritually every now and then.
Lucy- best loving dog ever!
Next to Roberto is Lucy who died four years ago. My neighbor Steve made this iron Lucy for me to mark her grave. My vet friend came and put Lucy down when I knew the time had come. We sat around her for a few hours that night after she had been “freed” and drank champagne. Stories about Lucy and other stories floated through the air as the evening darkened and the fireflies came out. Eventually I said “let’s go before she gets cold.”
I carried her up to the hole we dug that day, cradling her for the last time, not crying like I am now writing this.
I placed her her in the hole facing the driveway so she could see us when Kyle and I left and returned, and as I stood up meow meow- Kyles cat- dove into the hole and meowed loudly then climbed out and disappeared into the darkness. The entire day meow meow was never farther than ten feet away from Lucy. How did he know Lucy would be no more???
After writing this I realize that I should stop writing tonight, having revisited Lucy’s passing for the first time in a long time.
Veggie blog will be back tomorrow so I can tell everyone what I saw this afternoon in our place of peace.
Just thought that I could mention to people that gardens can be a place for the soul as well as the stomach.
Some things we do on our property make our lives so meaningful like this herb garden hanging beautifully on the sunny side of this garden shed by the ocean at Higgins Beach Maine. I would have never thought of this idea- so creative and artsy. The parsley plant in the ground gets harvested all winter long, and "BUDDY," the friendliest dog to ever have roamed the earth likes to pee on it/near it. I guess that's one less plant to feed and water. Credit for this beautiful idea goes to Bob and Dianne, past owners of the Higgins Beach Inn- awesome couple!!!
ANY plant parts missing on ANY cucurbit plants indicates presence of squash vine borer adults energizing to destroy cucumbers, squash,zucchini. I got there first though, and if they eat my stuff they DIE! Last year by the middle of July all my cucurbits wilted and turned into slime. Not this year though!
Classic tomato disease- happens every year. I’m going to spray for it when it’s not hot.
Heads of lettuce after the slaughter.