We're getting sprinkles right now, but no serious rain. We haven't had more than a quarter inch of rain at a pop for more than a month. Luckily, we have a core of volunteer waterers who keep helping keep the plants alive and thriving.
Yesterday, I watered the whole garden in the evening. Of the three lemon apple cucumbers I'd seen on Wednesday, only one was left. So I picked it. It's a beauty, and I think we'll have it in our salad tonight. I heard that there were some red cherry tomatoes, but they had been picked. Someone had harvested some of the dinosaur kale, too, which is great.
Kelly was planning to water this morning, and I asked her to pick pole beans while she was at it. As long as we keep up with them, they'll keep producing.
I need to get over there with some twine this week and start tying the tomato plants up to the fence--they're starting to smother the peppers and eggplants. And some of the cucumbers are really working their way towards the sidewalk, too.
I saw a bunch of friends while watering last night, and also met Barbara, a resident of the nearby apartment building. She was happy to chat and informed me that she was 82 years old . I picked her a bouquet of golden chard leaves and told her how to give them a quick stir fry with olive oil and garlic.
If we can pick up a moderate amount of rain, the plants will really surge, even more. I look forward to sharing more veggies with the neighbors. (Note to self: I need to update our signs.)
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