Suddenly it’s hot out. The days are in the 90s and at night it’s not dropping past 70, so it’s starting to feel like summer. And the damnedest thing is happening…
My garden is exploding. I mean, not literally. I didn’t wake up with cucumbers driven into the cedar siding by the force of the blast… but I did wake up with runner beans that had grown a foot and suddenly all of my tomato plants are growing two or three inches a day.
My imapatience for “PLANTS, NOW!” while the days and nights were still kind of cool led me to fertilize (organically) and cultivate and mulch and stand there with my hands on my hips muttering “What am I doing wrong?” A week later, everything would still look kind of peaked (that’s a two syllable word meaning kinda puny, not the one syllable word that you would use to describe a roof) and I would do it all again. Well, it’s paying off now. Wow. I feel like a parent that coudn’t get his child to walk as soon as he wanted, and now he’s at his first soccer game.
Nothing left to do now but weed, water and wait.