The onset of raindrops the size of hockey pucks has spelled death for the tomatoes and just about everything else in the garden. The sunflowers are in a decrepit, rotting state, the squash are gone, the eggplant terminated, the sweet peas a distant memory and we even finished off the last of the potatoes the other day. But everything has a flipside. Coming from a farming family means it makes me smile to see the hills get some precipitation and the wetlands and reservoirs swell to their limits. The nights have been hinting at the promise of snow soon (and some fresh "pow pow"). It also makes for some vicious wet roots on the trails... but I digress. As much as the darkness and gray weather gets people down, scraping mud off your face after a ride and watching it hammer outside with a hot cup of tea in hand is just doing it for me right now. Bring on winter.
Below are some of the bounties wrought in warmer times. Our corn sucked this year and the brussel sprouts made aphids drop to their knees at the sight of the promised land. But there can be no denying that Shaun, Carl and I can grow some mean Thai hot peppers.
Our little watermelon plant strove mightily this summer, and despite cool weather and other abuses it produced one basketball sized fruit. We just finished it the other day. So tasty!
