All the frog activity this spring has resulted in a delightful crop of baby leopard frogs hopping all about the pond for the past month.
A whirlwind of work, company, and gardening has blown away the last half of summer; a delirium of fresh food has filled the days and evenings. Every day for the past month I’ve happily harvested something from the garden, filling bellies and freezers.
I’ve gotten into a nice, nurturing routine with the tomatoes, picking a few every morning, then making a sauce once a week or so with the Novas and Costoluto Genovese, enough to eat some and freeze some. And enjoying the cherry-pears and various slicers in scrambletts, sandwiches, and salads.
Oh, and pizza.
Also frittatas, with Pamela eggs, Stout bacon, and everything else from the garden.
The first tomato sandwich, with bread and butter refrigerator pickles I made with cukes from a neighbor’s garden.
Tomato avocado open-faced sandwich on sun-dried tomato/spinach bread from the Flying Fork Bakery. Yum.
Potatoes went in late and spontaneously this spring, in a clayey bed; I just cut up some organic grocery store potatoes that were past their prime and stuck them in the ground. Despite all the spring rain compacting the soil, and me never seeing the tragic-looking plants flower, the Potato’s drive to reproduce gave me a decent little harvest.
Purple velour and golden filet beans planted together in the raised bed gave up beans of both colors for months, providing lots of delicious marinated snacks and several bags for freezing.
One weird looking tomato..
Bad Dogs’ salad with greens and flowers from their garden…
… and a treat from their huge Yukon gold harvest, cheesy goodness.
Garden delights served with planked salmon…
… for just another spectacular summer family dinner.
After losing so many little melons I was thrilled a few weeks ago to spot this little Tigger melon, so I used some old lathe to protect it!
The entire carrot harvest for the year, not one of them more than three inches long. This bed needs serious soil amending before next spring. Just as I suspected, the clay soil compacted so hard that they simply couldn’t grow, so…
… except for the handful we snacked on, the whole harvest fit into one half-pint jar pickled. Also pickled the whole harvest of Mexican sour gherkins…
… for a great martini garnish!
The best surprises of the week, a hidden watermelon, Patio Baby variety, hanging from the potted plant…
… and an undiscovered Alvaro melon off the edge of the raised bed. Fingers crossed these get to ripen before the rodents get them.
Monsoonal flow continued through August and into early September; only just now are we getting a stretch of warm summer days without rain.