Realizing that I may be leaving my garden when it is in full production, has propelled me into putting 99% of it in containers. Just a few, I said. Just the basics, I said. Above is the 'herb garden'. Lovely. My deck now looks like this:
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And that is only a sample. I have, at last count, 27 containers. It's a good thing I have friends with trucks. I did put five tomatoes, spring peas and kohlrabi into the actual garden. I also have lots of flowers planted just because. Then, three days ago, I was looking out the front door, drinking in all the green-ness and saw THREE rabbits on the wrong side of the electric net fencing - that is, inside. I shooed them out and realized they scampered - unimpeded - through the netting. After a lot of trouble shooting, the problem seems to be that the outside electrical outlet is kaput. I rummaged through my garden stuff and came up with a full bag of dried blood meal (ugh). However, desperate times and all. I sprinkled it liberally around the inside perimeter of the fence and crossed my fingers. Day two saw no damage. Day three saw the disappearance of all my kohlrabis. I put row cloth on the peas and am going to have to put up a temporary fence inside my fence until I can replace the outlet. If it would stop raining, I might get a chance.
Weatherwise, we seem to have jumped past May, June and July and have landed in August. Hot, hot, hot and humid, humid, humid. My least favorite weather.
At least I don't have fur. I will say that the hot weather, liberally interspersed with the numerous thunderstorms has made everything grow like mad. And how is this for a thing of beauty:
This is the azalea that grows next to my friend, Zirel's front deck. When I came up the driveway to pick her up, I almost drove into the woods, I was so bedazzled. Nature is a wonderful thing.