Zucchini! |
The bagged zucchini looks great, no? All sliced and headed to the freezer for the winter, it will make some great meals. There is more to be sliced and frozen today.
The source(s) of this bounty? Our next door neighbors, Adam and Maura, and our local farm market, Millers. Because in our garden, the zucchini crop is zero.
Zero. Nil. Nada. Nothing.
July is almost over, we are past the midpoint of summer, and our gardens are a mixed bag, to put it mildly. We have been back from our trip for over a week now, more than enough time to assess where our gardens are at: what is going well, what has failed, and where do we go from here.
Kitchen garden first. The kitchen garden is the workhorse of the two and has been now for the last three years. Once again, I planted it too densely with (still) too many tomatoes: three standard sized and four cherry plants. One of the non-cherry, the intriguingly named Elberta Peach, grew tall and thick, but does not appear to be capable of bearing blossoms, let along a tomato. The four cherries went wild; despite heavy pruning, they have flourished and spread.
But the tomatoes are not the sole issue in the kitchen garden. The peppers (some 14 plants, one of which got destroyed when I unwittingly stepped on it) are well-spaced and many are producing. But they have competition for space and light. The cosmos, the zinnias, the milkweed, the agastache, and the milkweed took over the back one-third of the garden, crowding the peppers and even challenging the cherry tomatoes. (That challenge seems to be a draw. Those cherry plants are pretty territorial.)
As an aside, the basil is flourishing and we just had a second harvest and made a second batch of pesto. And the lettuce did well, although it has turned bitter in the summer heat.
Looking ahead to 2026, I am already making mental notes. Do not sow the cosmos in the kitchen garden next spring; try them in the long bed behind the house. Maybe it is time to transplant the agastache; it'll be it's third move since we bought it in 2018. And remove the milkweed. I just cut off all the pods before they flowered. I hate removing insect habitat, but where it is now is just too compact and too dense. Just these moves should give us more room in the kitchen garden to devote to—wait for it—vegetables.
There is another reason to remove the non-vegetable load on the kitchen garden. In all likelihood, next year we will limit our vegetable garden to just the kitchen garden and I want maximum space for our plants.
For the last several years, we have (with permission, of course), had a second vegetable garden, the Hej Garden, in a corner of our neighbors' yard where our two backyards meet. It is tucked away and, frankly, invisible from our house. The last three years in the Hej Garden have been hard. Between the 2023 hospitalization, clearing Dad's house in August/September 2024, and my June hospitalization this year (not to mention our vacation), the Hej Garden has been often overlooked, neglected, and left to its own devices. And that doesn't even count the zucchini issues of recent year, including a white leaf problem (no zucchini) one of those years. This year, the zucchini grew and blossomed and did not set a single squash. Not. One. I could blame the weeds (which are thick) but I suspect there is more to it than that.
I started thinking before we went on vacation about whether it is time to abandon that garden and return it to yard. I mentioned it to Warren then and he responded, thinking I was focused on my slow post-hospitalization recovery, that maybe I needed to give myself more time and it would all work out.
I raised the issue again yesterday. To water the Hej Garden, and realize that I am the waterer, I drag a very, very heavy hose all the way across the backyard, where I connect it to a second hose that runs under two large pines and emerges on the other side near the Hej Garden. We have had a lot of heat this summer, so there has been a lot of watering (which I do in the early morning, when it is cool and the world is at peace). As I trudged back and forth (because after I water the Hej Garden, I bring the hose back up the house to water the kitchen garden), I thought of how poorly we have taken care of the Hej Garden, how this is our third year without any zucchini, and on and on. When Warren and I sat down for breakfast, I told him my thoughts, and waited. He was quiet, then nodded. "And we're not getting any younger," he added.
True that.
There will be a few successes from the Hej Garden, I think: three red cabbages, which seem to be growing and not succumbing to any insects, some red onions. But no zucchini. (The cucumbers failed too, largely due to neglect.) It is time to let it go and I have no problem doing that with open hands.
So that's where our gardens are at this late July date. I hope we get one more basil harvest (and then I will let the basil go to flower). There will be peppers and tomatoes in the coming days and weeks. The bees and other pollinators are all over the agastache and the cosmos.
And that is enough for now.