For four days rain and hail pelted Torrey. Then the wind blew. Then it rained a bit more. Once the sun came out, the muddy garden soil took two days to dry enough to support Bob. I didn't trust it for another full day. Bob says I was just being lazy and avoiding all the planting. He may have a point, but don't tell him I said so.
Bob's fabulous irrigation system makes planting so easy. My theory is if anything dies I can blame his lousy irrigation system.
We have 20 tomato plants to put in. The nicest ones are from Will, who gave us heirloom varieties. I immediately lost the nice tags he put in each plant so I don't know what varieties I have. (Will, I'm testing your blog-slogging tenacity here. Are you reading this?) I'm addicted to Sweet 100 cherry tomatoes, so I planted those next. I call 'em "breakfast tomatoes". Here I am beating a tomato cage into submission.
Bob created a little paradise for his asparagus plants. The mail ordered plants resemble little bunches of dead ropey roots. It will be a miracle if they grow.
I'm getting the next pile of weeds ready for a big fire. Linda, bring your blowtorch on the next dry, windy day. Torrey needs some excitement.
Today's garden upgrades included: walking onions, parsnips, radishes, strawberries, and a few things I've already forgotten. Since we don't keep notes or mark our rows we can be surprised when things pop out of the ground. We plan to eat everything that grows,except the hemlock.
