Caterpillars were getting at my red cabbage so I had to harvest, sadly the heat wave caused some to bolt and become misshapen, but the two I got, one was huge, so heavy!, look good and though I won’t be eating it they will be used in a recipe that I’ll share here. Next year I’m making sure the netting that covers the top is lashed to the other netting, butterflies will shove into the netting until they break through a gap, they’ll also flying under netting that’s loose at the end. Not bad you brainless nuisances. I’m pretty happy there was a fair harvest, I also had enough basil for another two servings of freezer Coconut Basil Sauce. As for the loss, well, I think of the garden as an endless wheel, there’s no stopping point, no reset or tally up, what is now a cabbage, is also now leaves and now compost and a now new cabbage’s nutrients. It’s all in an endless moment, the garden will be here long after I’m gone and the loss of something is pretty trivial when you look at the scope of the garden, there are no individual pieces, it’s one whole. Like I say, it’s a wheel, ever turning towards some unfathomable place, I’m just along for the ride.
Oh, update on the strawberry sledgehammer renovation project. These silly stories keep you going, Dear Reader, trust me they’ll never stop. I was waiting on a jack-hammer that failed to materialise, so I went out with my painful hands, they’re okay now somehow, I think it’s the weather, grabbed a crowbar, a bolster, not a booster, please keep babies away from sledgehammers, they might get ideas, a lug hammer, yes, yes, lug, me I get it!, shaddup, and the trusty sledgehammer and, well, get the jack-hammer if you can, I had to hammer the bolster into solid concrete smothered blocks with the hammer and then the sledgehammer, that needs accuracy I tell you, the long and short of it is I managed to remove the blocks. Now it’s a repository for fuel and I’m marking out a new area in the garden for the strawberries. The older style ones are starting now, they’re hard and not very sweet, great for macerating.
In thinking it over I may never see a year like this for squash again. The late start, the dry weather when they were flowering and the heatwave just as they needed it have caused them to grow perfectly. Even the powdery mildew that’s popping up again hasn’t been anywhere near as prevalent as every other year. I have never seen squash grow this well, they’ll possibly have three separate flowering all with immature squash pollinated that will all still be attached to the plant at the same time. That’s honestly incredible. I had trouble getting to the ones I harvested as the stem are short, bullet hard and twisted. I had to face the plant, the take a needlenose snippers and go from behind, feeling the front and cutting where my fingers were, well, near where they were. The squash that grew under cover have a slightly greener hue, but they’ll whiten as they cure for three days then they’ll be chopped up and made in everything. This was worth the work in the heatwave, Dear Reader. I’ll see you later, Dear Reader.