Luckily I'm not charged with feeding the masses.
Here be the spoils of my lovingly tended heirloom seeds.
My sweetly named Prudence Purples.
Although I must say they *do* have a purplish streak to them.
And I've decided that Prudence will be a good name for my next goat. (Well, that and Annabelle.....so I'll need two more goats! At least!)
Do goats eat tomatoes?
The Box Car Willies and the Mortgage Busters are a bit bigger, and still green.
But I did manage to rescue a fallen pirate and he is now doing a nice job of ripening in his paper bag on the window sill. I'm not ready to look at the 8 stalks of corn. But let's just say, the tomatoes are taller.
I don't think I ever saw the peas. A book told me to plant them with the corn and they would use the corn to climb on. Yeah. I don't know where they went.
And the blueberries? Year two? Greened up. No taller. No sign of berries. But green is good.
But I will give kudos to the asparagus. 18 plants of a year 3 growth planted this Spring and I have a lush and lovely ferny patch that Bev says will be asparagus next year. Maybe. ;)
Townhouse gardening on a land full of clay is a bit of a challenge.
As is trying to do it all with just one pair of hands.
Of course, I say that every year.
I also always say I'll try harder next year.
And I will.
God willin' and the creek don't rise.
