Yes. The Wonderfully Patient Spouse and I took a short vacation last weekend. And yes, Mr. and Mrs. Farmer Jim watered admirably while we were gone.
I left behind tomato plants mad with blossoms. I returned to a three plants full of fruit. Everywhere. And then some.
We're talking some potentially serious tomatoes here. Between Farmer Jim and myself, if even a small percentage of these tomatoes ripen, we will have tomatoes up the yahoo for at least infinity. I think we will be able to feed all of Bermtopia.
It is truly amazing -- and one of the most rewarding things about gardening -- and no doubt a tribute to some keen farming on FJ's part and myself -- that you can go from the When Pigs Fly Plastic Bag Farm to this
in a relatively few short weeks. Actually, it's probably just a luckily serendipitous combination of water, fish fertilizer and sunlight, but I won't tell Farmer Jim if you don't.
Here are a couple more highlights:
Peppers comin' on!
Farmer Jim's pickling cukes are starting to climb.
Japanese eggplant, just now blossoming -- you coy thing, you.
And the lowlights? It really wouldn't be When Pigs Fly Farm without them, would it?
Newly planted carrots: Lame. Take a lesson from your humble, but overachieving rock star cousin, the radish. Cowboy up and grow a little, would you?
Newly planted romaine lettuce: Complete fail. Time for arugula.
You know who you are.
Don't even think about crossing Farmer Jim.
Or he will cut you.