I’ve learned a lesson this summer. You can’t expect a garden to survive if you leave it for 5 weeks.
Even if you set up a sprinkler.
When we got back home, half of the plants were dead in our garden and half were pretty close. The tomatoes had rotted on the vines. The watermelons had choked out all the other plants. They had half-grown watermelons on the vine but the sprinkler had gotten moved and so they were on dead vines and inedible. The kale, chard and lettuce hadn’t survived the heat either. The only thing I was able to harvest were some gigantic green onions.
After being at my parents’ land and enjoying the bounty of their huge garden this summer, I couldn’t bear the pathetic-ness of mine. So I tore it all out. Which, I have to say, is a pretty cathartic process. I couldn’t even bring myself to take any pictures of what the garden had come to so you’ll have to just picture the depressing scene in your head.
After letting the chickens root around in the decomposing straw bales, I’ve realized that I’ve already gotten myself all worked up to start over with a fall garden. The planning begins again!
You can fit in a spring AND a fall garden when you live in the sweltering heat of zone 8b.
Although I’m a willing-but-struggling gardener, I’ve decided to try my hand at growing more of our family’s produce again. And I might just have to make it bigger this go around . . . .