It's been a couple weeks (I think at least) since my last garden update, so it's time for another one! You know you're excited. Oh come on, put on a happy face.
Wonder what I've been doing that's been keeping me so busy the last few weeks that I feel I've been neglecting this blog even though I've posted something on here almost every single weekday? How about these squash and zucchini plants! Already, I'm getting little yellow squash,
and itsy bitsy cucumbers!
Not to mention more salad and tomatoes than I can eat (that's what canning's for). Heck, the corn is already getting tassels on it!
And I only spend an average of four hours per week in the garden. Thank goodness I have a friend helping out.
I know, I am way too hard on myself.
In addition to all this gardening that I hope will feed my family almost completely over the summer, I've also been out harvesting wild fruits. The dewberries are almost all gone, but the wild blackberries are just beginning to ripen.
In fact, even the starts I transplanted at my home are covered in ripe, juicy blackberries.
The wild grapes look lovely this year--hopefully I can get them before annoying kids smash them like they did last year.
I also found a wild plum thicket. My family called these hog plums growing up, and they are some of the sweetest prizes that nature has to offer.
Wild plums ripen at various color stages around these parts, and ripe wild plums of different colors are easily found on the same tree.
I almost have enough to make jelly.
I also asked one of my neighbors a week ago if I could pick her plums off the purple leaf plum tree in her front yard, of which I got enough to make two purple plum meringue pies and canned the leftover juice. Another neighbor allowed me to pick her apricots off her trees. The unfortunate thing was that about 40 percent of the apricots have apple maggots inside (which jump by the way), so I had to bake them (oh the smell was torture) and then throw them in the garden. However, I did get enough to make seven jars of apricot jam.
That's right friends, I've been a 1950s housewife the last few days and you can bet my husband is a happy camper. Well, because it's my belief every guy has a secret fantasy to come home to a domesticated wife. I've even made dinner for him five out of seven times this week.
The payoff you ask? Well, even the nights are better.
Thank you Air Supply.
(You dorks who've never listened to Air Supply will totally not get that last one.)
Ah, well, I'll torture you anyway:
Here's to hoping that song gets stuck in your head the rest of the day...cheers!
(I may or may not know every single word to that song.)