We’re having another rainy summer here in the southern Appalachian Mountains. I’m hoping its not a total washout like last summer…but things sure could use a good drying out. If only we could send our excess rain to those of you who desperately need it.
The gardens here at the house are holding their own for now. The big garden isn’t fairing as well-sadly reminiscent of last summer’s garden.
Our first ever apples are coming along nicely. There isn’t that many of them but hopefully each year’s harvest will increase. The early blueberries are almost ripe and the late bearing ones are looking good so far.
The Sow True Seed beans in our small garden are thriving-
with both the bush beans and the greasy back beans in full bloom. The beans in the big garden aren’t doing as well. A combination of too much rain and not enough sunshine is holding them back. Some serious tree trimming needs to take place to allow more sunshine to reach the big garden before next year.
The squash plants are huge! All my varieties seem to be doing well-I’m just hoping the rain lets up for a few days so they can dry out. Some of Pap’s plants have set fruit only to drop the tiny squash off into the damp soil.
Tomatoes are doing very well-most of our plants are loaded down-although we haven’t had the first ripe one yet. I can’t wait for the first Black Cherry.
Along with the rain our area has had strong winds with the frequent storms. No injuries-no major damage that I’m aware of-but plenty of downed trees. A week ago I came home and the gentleman down the road had 2 huge black walnut trees down-their roots waving high in the wet gloomy air like tentacles. A maple in his front yard had spit down the middle leaving its massive limbs almost in the highway. He told Pap he was right there and watched the destruction happen.
This evening’s storm was mostly wind and rain. Me and the girls had been down at Paul’s for our usual pickin’ and grinnin’ session. We left during a break in the weather. The sky was eerily dark as we jumped into the car and headed up the hill. The pines were whipping along the ridge above the house. I said “Let’s make a run for it and let’s get the instruments in case one of those trees decide to come down.”
Chitter ran in while Chatter and I got the bass and the guitar out of the back. We literally had to walk less than 20 feet to get in the house. The rain was coming sideways and by the time we got in the house it looked like someone had thrown a bucket of water on us. We stood in the kitchen and laughed at how wet we were.
After the storm passed The Deer Hunter went out to look at the damage. He said a lot of our tomatoes were broken and twisted from the wind. I said “Well look on the bright side.” He said “And what exactly is the bright side of that?” I said “Well at least our corn is so puny it wasn’t big enough to blow down : )”
Such is the life of a gardener.