First, the obligatory picture of cracked earth...
My garden has taken a serious beating this summer. Such joy and anticipation in the planting, and now, the sorrow of watching it go to seed.
Remember those posts starting in March. The digging and planting. The new tiller. The joy in being alive. And the sun bleaching out my hair. Can't forget that.
I could have been out every night like my neighbors, watering away. Really, though, this was for potatoes and salad. I was hoping for a lot of beets. Guess I'll be buying bunches from the grocery to keep me in pickled ones.
So on Saturday, I pulled up the row of lettuce and spinach, dug up the red potatoes, and watered everything. Here is the garden today.
After only a few days, the pulled up plants are faint wisps of their live selves; looking like they have spents weeks or months lying on the soil instead of mere days.
The dirt is like a rock. I haven't been hoeing it because I don't want the small amount of moisture that is trapped in there to dissipate.
So, that is the end of my garden for this year. Maybe next year will be better.