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18 thoughts on “September 16.22: Coping, but barely

  1. Some things don’t need words. Bringing life forth from the ground is universal.

  2. Maureen, they look exactly like dainty bells! But I don’t think bells would taste as good. 🤗 Our gardens will soon be memories until we start the process again next spring. I remember eating “fresh” vegetables throughout the year that my grandmother and great aunts “canned”. Never knew why they said they “canned” them when they were in jars!
    Ginger

    • Good point! We had canned things in jars too, down in our “fruit cellar,” where a Mason jar of green beans gone bad became the stuff of nightmares. Creepy place, that cellar. But I do remember the “putting up.” What a mess. One of the reasons I grow tomatoes is to remember those people, long gone. And you’re right that soon the tomatoes will be gone and we will look forward to starting again. Thanks, Ginger, for the memory jog.

  3. I had to pull up my plants, they were so pitiful so I’m for sure planning and looking forward to ‘next’ season. Gardeners are eternal optimists. 🙂 ‘Creepy place, that cellar’ made me think of being sent to get potatoes or onions from the cellar. I would go as fast as possible. 🙂

    • It seems to me that we compared notes on those cellars at one time, and we agreed on the creepiness. Yes, as fast as possible, but carefully; our fruit cellar had a low ceiling and it was never prudent to move too quickly because that meant bashing my head. That’s so sad about your plants; it was a rough season there for gardens and gardeners. But, yes, gardeners can’t help themselves: they are wired to look ahead. It’s one of our many virtues!

  4. I was stopped by the word ‘polyglotted.’ Gosh, I like that word.
    Yesterday afternoon, husband and I rode up to the local university community garden. The peppers were in full bloom and the basil was going crazy. Sadly, the tomatoes were done for. So much for caprese salad…

    • That’s so sad about the tomatoes! I find that basil and tomatoes are way out of sync with each other; the basil is full and glorious about the time that tomatoes are just starting to figure out what they’re supposed to do, and by the time the tomatoes are in their glory the basil is seedy and looks like the garden thug. I wish they communicated better. I’m glad you like “polyglotted”! I am not sure you will not find it in any dictionary, but that’s the beauty of poetic license: it makes for words that some would say don’t exist.

  5. Not “tomato belles”?

  6. `I like the idea of dawn playing by scattering dew around. You’ve made me think how it might be if plants had to pay a minimum wage in produce for gardeners, which I imagined as a conceit until that, in turn, made me think of why there are dangerously few varieties (eg apples, bananas) under cultivation. They are the ones offering the gardener greatest meed.

    • I didn’t know that about apples and bananas. I hadn’t thought of meed in monetary terms, I guess, but you’re right, of course. It isn’t a conceit after all, is it?

      • I often think about how we farm trees, so you hit on a tender spot. I can easily imagine fruit trees in bloom, singing in a traditional orchard or, after yesterday, with branches swinging on the wind like The Queen’s mixed marching band. Today’s super-productive clones may still sing, but in one voice. This may sound as daft as you like but there’s truth in it, yet for all my imaginings, I am very loyal to Jazz apples.

  7. It would be no surprise to you to know that I love the thought of the apples singing and swinging much like the Queen’s band. I spent much of yesterday at the funeral, in awe of the color and symbols and sense of time. The difference between singing in one voice and singing in many voices is one to think about, of course. And now I have to look for a Jazz apple. I usually go for Honeycrisp and I should expand. Apples are such a joy.

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