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sakon76After making a pancake and sausage breakfast and catching up on dishes (having no dishwasher means that they occasionally get away from me, resulting in three or four sequential rounds of a full drying rack), I went out to the garden this morning.
I now have mental notes to the effect that watermelon radishes (as the name implies, they are in fact pale green on the exterior and pink on the interior) are definitely cold-weather radishes. They'd bolted in the hot weather we had a week ago. I harvested all of them and will poke around and see if I can find any interesting pickling recipes. Then I weeded. And weeded. And weeded some more. And unfortunately snapped off the greenery of one of the garlic plants. Oops. I hope it will recover, but sadly doubt it. Then I pulled a lot of the dead stuff out of my potted herbs, put them where they're going to eventually go in the fountain/herb bed (the mints and horseradish, however, do not get to go into the ground; they're staying potted), and swept up a lot of debris from the area where they'd been. The wind catches things (mostly leaves) and they end up heaped there every year, slowly decomposing. The compost bin is heaped high once again.
And now it is time for lunch, and then shifting gears to sewing the rest of the day.
I now have mental notes to the effect that watermelon radishes (as the name implies, they are in fact pale green on the exterior and pink on the interior) are definitely cold-weather radishes. They'd bolted in the hot weather we had a week ago. I harvested all of them and will poke around and see if I can find any interesting pickling recipes. Then I weeded. And weeded. And weeded some more. And unfortunately snapped off the greenery of one of the garlic plants. Oops. I hope it will recover, but sadly doubt it. Then I pulled a lot of the dead stuff out of my potted herbs, put them where they're going to eventually go in the fountain/herb bed (the mints and horseradish, however, do not get to go into the ground; they're staying potted), and swept up a lot of debris from the area where they'd been. The wind catches things (mostly leaves) and they end up heaped there every year, slowly decomposing. The compost bin is heaped high once again.
And now it is time for lunch, and then shifting gears to sewing the rest of the day.
