The State of the Tomatoes
Claire helped me measure the tomatoes today. (Day 46, for those tracking towards Days To Harvest.) It was interesting to match all of the varieties up and see how they're comparing. In each grouping there is definitely one plant doing better than the rest and now I'm really glad that I started with so many seedlings, then transplanted a bunch of those (and kept more seedlings in reserve), because it's obvious that not all of these will make it in the ground.
(Short, squatty, shrively, Brandywine on the far left, I am looking at you.)
They're 3-6 inches tall and mostly happy. There are still plenty to plant and if only HALF of those produce, I should still have a mountain of tomatoes.
(Remember, the goal is caprese salad for dinner EVERY DAMN NIGHT.)
Remember how I said that I was going to construct raised beds with lumber and my own two hands? Welllllll, I decided to throw some money at the problem as we are not very carpentry-inclined and we were probably fooling ourselves with the idea we'd BUILD them. (OURSELVES! HA HA HA HA HAAAAA. We must have been drunk.)
I bought two of these:
The reviews say good things and a few people have used them for a couple of years and say they still look great (they're not real wood, more of a plasticky composite with a wood pattern). They're not permanent, so if the spot we put them in doesn't work (for whatever reason) they're simple enough to relocate next season. And, for about $60? SOLD. I'm not even sure what cinder blocks or lumber or fancy cobblestone stacker things would cost, but the whole part where I can skip going buy it, cut it up, put it together, and hope I did it right? Oh, that is SO worth sixty bucks. (I bought two, so, $120, delivered to my door, hot ham I love the internet.)
This is what they look like if you decide to plant three-year-old children in them:
They took about six minutes to unbox and put together, which is exactly how long the baby can entertain herself on a blanket in the yard. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND these for would-be gardeners with short people wandering about.
(Obviously, I am not planting the children in these. Come on, please be serious, everyone knows children need large amounts of television indoors to grow properly.)
The Rabbit Problem
Look at how sad this is:
The rabbits got five plants last week before I wised up and moved the containers to a high table on the patio rather than the low, easily accessible for cat-size rabbits, wagon.
For the most part, I'm super impressed that the only ones that died? They did not die because of my neglect! And? I had back-up plants to replace them with! (Don't tell anyone, but I think I am kind of good at this gardening thing.)
I know, I know, it's a pretty tree.
But it's blocking sunshine on that entire HALF of my yard and the other half has its own full sun issues and this is really the only way. It's also probably going to split if we get a really good storm in the next few years. (Highly likely.) The tree will be removed on Monday, sunshine will flood the yard, tomatoes will prosper.
The Whiskey Barrel
My local Lowe's had a stack of these and I kind of liked them. They're oak and the dude said they came from the Jack Daniel's distillery (who knows if it's true). I stuck my head in before I filled it and it smelled like delicious, sweet whiskey. (What? You would have done the same thing.) I stuck a basil and lemon thyme plant in (which I bought at Home Depot, since the bunnies ate all my thyme plants) and sprinkled seeds for oregano, cilantro, and rosemary and called it done. We'll see if they turn into anything.
Mid-way through my efforts (and after I'd gone to Home Depot TWICE in one morning, this is exactly why I do not do DIY) I noticed my sack of dirt had this note:
What the crap!? Not for containers? Well, too bad. I dumped two sacks of this stuff in there.
They played in the water table the whole time.
Holy crap, gardening is a lot of work. I need a beer. Probably two.