Urban Homestead Update: Sad face is sad....

Okay, maybe not so much.

We've had record rain around here, and its a bit chilly (odd for this time of year), so going out and working in the garden is not exactly on the list. I don't feel like hypothermia. Not to mention that the pathways between the beds are flooded. So, naturally, I turn to the internet....and my gurus just seem to be dropping off the face of the earth. Oh, I know...I'm not THAT spoiled. I understand fully that if it wasn't chilly and raining here I'd be outside working too.

Man, but we've had some whopper of thunderstorms, though. Its a bit crazy...Mr. Man (our oldest child) and I had a movie going to distract the little ones. A wave of thunderstorms came and went. Five minutes after it passed through, I noticed (even over the movie) that it suddenly got dead silent outside. Mr. Man and I just looked at each other. "I don't like that." Two minutes later, BOOM BOOM BOOM! Needless to say, hubby and I had a Little Man sleeping between us last night. Oh, joy, cannot wait until the pretty princess goes through this stage....she snores. I just hope the one gets over it before the other starts it up. Our bed isn't big enough. But all is well that ends well...no tornado sirens went off, and no lightning hit our roof.

I can look out the kitchen window and see that our potatoes are getting HUGE. Good Lord in Heaven, what have I done? We can't produce enough compost to keep these suckers buried. Looks like we'll have to steal the neighbor's grass clippings. I guess we'll just have to see whether these monster plants actually produces decent-sized potatoes.

Our peach trees have dozens of little peaches on them. Since we planted them two years ago (and last year we had extreme frost) we have no idea how many of these peaches will survive to maturity, and how many we'll have to share with the local wildlife. It also looks like we may end up with a bumber crop of grapes. It reminds me so much of sitting at my great-aunt's counter top, completely spoiling my dinner with an entire bowl of her grapes. The new grape vine, which replaces the Wysteria that never flowered, seems to be growing like crazy, too.

I can also see the lettuce from our kitchen window...a beautiful landscape of greens and reds. And I was outside long enough a couple of days ago to see that the tomatoes and peppers look happy in their little spaces, and that the corn is popping up. And soon as these thunderstorms go away (or I'll brave sloshing through the flooded landscape to get to the semi-raised beds), we'll be planting beans.




The hubby approached me yesterday with this weird look on his face. "The price of tomatoes has jumped."

Yes, dear, I know. And when we get our 1 cent tomatoes on the table, I'm sure you will appreciate the effort.