We've been eating cucumbers, cucumbers and more cucumbers this month. Tzatziki, cucumber and mint salad, cucumber sticks, cucumber rounds, cold cucumber soup, cucumber everything. And the hudson valley has had so much rain that I can hardly keep up with the harvest. Tiny little fetal cucumbers morph into giant monster kirby cuke blimps, quite literally, overnight.
Next to the pile of cucumbers on our countertop are two of the dandilion pots I've been making lately along with a handful of rudebeckia from the garden.
Thus far, my three tomato plants have shown no signs of late blight in spite of the havoc it has wreaked everywhere else during this cold, rainy summer (knocking firmly on wood). I've been harvesting the cherry hybrids since late July and I've got a dozen softball size heirlooms hanging in there through some incredibly strong storms. Two did fall a few nights ago and I have put them in a paper bag with a banana in the hopes that they will ripen off the vine.
The beets are doing well in spite of encroachment from the cucumber and jalepeno plants. Barely visible in the front here are the strawberry pips that Vika dug up for me from her garden in Nantucket. They are liking all this rain.
Meanwhile, the phlox and delphinium are barely surviving the slug fest in the front garden. Rain rain, go away for a little bit, ok?
The same storm that pummeled my brandwines also brought down a large Norway maple branch a few nights ago which landed upright, impaled in a rear flower bed. While John and his dad turned this overnight "tree" into a pile of firewood, I snapped a photo and decided we'd have to plant a real one in that very spot this fall.
