|Lemon cukes: All talk, no action.|
and one stinkin' zucchini vine producing one stinkin' squash a week.
|Is it just me, or does this flippin' plant appear to be going "Bwahahahahahaha"?|
August is the month of Why Didn't I's?
Why didn't I plant eggplant this year? (Forgot. Bubble over my date's head: "Thank god.")
Why didn't I plant more beets? (Because 4+ months of scarlet you-know-what is a bit discomforting. If you have to ask, you're not a beet eater.)
(This is actually kind of a big deal because one of my plants is an "Aunt Ruby's German Green" so I may have ripe tomatoes and. don't. even. know. it.)
On that happy note, let's move on. There are things to celebrate at The Farm:
One: There will be pumpkins. Meet the butt end of Percival.
He and his smaller brother, Paco, have tempered their meglomaniacal need for garden space somewhat (the operative word here is somewhat) and are concentrating on becoming Halloween-grade pumpkins.
Two: The When Pigs Fly Farm witness protection program seems to agree with Team Chicken. Now raccoon-free, the ladies are laying! You go, girls! And always remember what I said. . . .
And Three: As always. . . the reason we garden. . . there are new treasures to be discovered. Farmer Bob and Farma-natrix Kris are growing gift-wrapped tomatoes!
|They conveniently let you know they are ripe by dropping to the ground.|
Happy weekend from the opinionated plants
-- and perpetually hopeful farmers --
at When Pigs Fly Farm!