>> Tuesday, June 15, 2010
My gardens are starting to come in rather nicely. I love watching all the green stuff coming up and filling in the spaces, and never cease to be amazed by the rate at which plants can grow. Things seem to double in size over night, despite crazy weather, ravenous slugs and digging cats.
As excited as I am about what I'm going to grow, I seem to have a major problem keeping track of things in my gardens. Every year I go out and plant all those little seeds, and every year I think that I don't need to mark what I have planted where because I'll remember. How could I forget where I put the blue hubbard squash, or the rainbow swiss chard, or the watermelons? I'm so excited about each one, that I'll certainly remember exactly where I put everything.
Every year, about a week after planting, I haven't a clue what's where.
Then it becomes a fun test to identify what comes up and what doesn't. Certain things I recognize without hesitation. The dill that re-seeded itself is pretty unmistakable.
I recognize the cute curly leaves of the kale when it starts to appear. And the rainbow swiss chard gets rainbow-ey mighty fast.
As always, my gardening efforts are one great big adventure. It amazes me that I ever wind up with anything edible out there. But I always do, somehow. There are always failures, and there are always delicious successes. I generally find myself inundated with something, and lacking something else. It's different every year. And you know what? That's just fine with me. It turns out I like surprises.