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5/24/2013 1:10:08 PM
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Garden Fatigue
It's September, of course; and with it comes the inter-twined wish that the beautiful weather would last and a heavy frost would come and kill our gardens! Perhaps our Southern brethren would scoff at this. Their growing season lasts until their plants die of natural old age. (What that is, exactly, I don't know, I've never lived a whole year in the South.)
For us, by September, we are tired of picking and harvesting. As for weeding, that was a done deal a whole month ago. My brother's garden have a green carpet of Creeping Jenny and mine is not far behind. Only in the fallow sections and around the greenbeans do I still bother to hoe. I will still pick beans, cucumbers, tomatoes and melons. We ate the last of the Bell peppers tonight. (My Ruthie stuffs them with ground beef, tomatoes, mushrooms, and two types of cheeses. It is to die for!) The other, spicier types of peppers planted by my daughter Amanda (Punky) I gave away to a neighbor who cans salsa. Alas, Punky, who had planted them last May, is now in Nebraska. Too bad. She's picked up the cooking gene from her Mom and could've put those peppers to good use. Even before she left; she made her brother and me some killer fajitas.
But I digress. Hal Borland, the doyen of nature writers, used to write about how tired he was of picking greenbeans in September. He was of pioneer stock and felt obligated to make use of his garden's produce to the end. Still, every September, he hoped for the frost that would allow him to put his garden to rest. As for myself, I remember how strange it was as a kid for us to pick pickles for the canning factory in September after school. School was in session. It was fall. To pick pickles as night was closing in seemed sooo strange!
So now, the garden is dried out and yellow. Still, there are cucumbers, beans, tomatoes, and melons to check and harvest. I will make myself a garden salad each day to take to work and cut up each of the last few muskmelons as they ripen. This will go on until the plants die out completely or we get a frost.
Garden Fatigue: Every year I go through it, but after thinking about it; it's not so bad of a thing. --Gary
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