This week’s most exciting development: the peas are flowering! I thought I’d planted them too late, but here they are.
I had also given the strawberry plant up for dead, but the few sad little sprouts seem to be hanging in there, so maybe I’ll get a few berries out of it after all.
I’m pretty chuffed about the beans.
The raspberries have done flowering and the berries are on their way.
The cucumber looks great, but does not seem to be fertilizing itself; the little cukes are not growing up. I have tried to help it along by hand-pollinating it with cotton swabs, but so far, no luck.
The little zucchinis are popping up just fine, although I’ve already had to start battling powdery mildew.
The peppers and tomatoes are flowering nicely, and are looking bushy and beautiful!
I’ve seen the first slugs, and the standoff with the leaf miners continues – they lay eggs, I remove leaves with eggs, they lay more eggs, nobody’s happy – but I’m loving the way the greenery is filling the yard and the first flowers and fruit are peeking through.
The horrible winter now seems like last night’s dream. (I almost wrote “a distant dream,” but that would be untrue. It feels shadowy, but very, very close behind me.) In Montreal, if we get to experience “late spring,” at all, it usually lasts only a day or two, so I’m trying to enjoy every second of this surprisingly long reprieve: it feels like summer, but you can go for a run in the morning without risking heat stroke, and you can vacillate about whether it’s time to install the air conditioner. The garden likes it. Me too.
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