As it turns out, my gardening leaves much to be desired. I put in a maximum of effort for a minimum of produce; never-the-less, I think I will try again next year before I give up completely and become a cut flower farmer.
This weekend I started to clean out the garden in preparation for winter and I harvested the last of the produce.
Before you think I pulled them up too early, I should mention that I chose a stubby variety for my six inch deep beds.
I planted these in May...it took all summer for them to grow, probably a waste of gardening space considering my garden is so small.
They went straight from the garden into a pot roast with a slight detour into the sink to wash off the dirt. Fresh roasted carrots! Yum!
And that about wraps it up for the gardening posts this year!
I am beginning to loose steam for this project. The yeild of my garden has been a bit disappointing. I think by the end of the season, the garden will have produced several winter squash and a bunch of tomatoes, which will be exciting, but we have only grown three zucchini (unless the plant suddenly starts producing more), a handful of green beans and peas, some radishes, maybe three beets and some lettuce. Unfortunately, I think the squash plants kind of choked out most of the other plants. I am also beginning to want to pull out some of the plants that look like they are drying up. The problem with this is that some of the spaghetti squash looks like it is dying, but other parts look like they still might produce some squash. I think it would be hard to know what is dead and what is thriving at this point, as it is all jumbled together.
Nevertheless, here goes...
What you might notice is that I have cut all of the lettuces. We enjoyed a nice big salad from our own garden this week. The first salad completely grown in our garden.
The tomatoes are turning and are delicious...however, I have a hard time not just popping them in my mouth, even though I am really not supposed to eat tomatoes.
The Butternut squash is busy producing baby squashlings.