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I’m actually not a huge fan of radishes, and being proud of them in the garden (as one is, regardless) reminds me of a passage in C. S. Lewis’ The Pilgrim’s Regress. Mr. Sensible — a man who has no need for religion — claims to be self-sufficient and to live the good life; but his table is nearly all provided for from the munificence of other, more generous souls.
“Good morning, Drudge,” said John [for of course, Mr. Sensible has a down-trodden servant, though he claims to do all himself]. “What are you making?” “Radish beds, sir.” “Your master is a great gardener.” “Talks about it, sir.” “Does he not work in the garden himself?” “No, sir.” “It is a poor soil here.” “Does he manage to feed himself on his own produce in a good year?” “Feeds me on it, sir.” “What does the garden grow–besides radishes?” “Nothing, sir.”
But they are pretty, and nice to see when the other veggies are lagging.
So we inherited a gazebo that is rather a funny structure. You can’t really see in this picture (or maybe you can), but it tilts a bit, as the leach field* was built right up against it — perhaps the backhoe gave it a little nudge at some point in the construction process.
It’s one of those things that is too sturdy to knock down but not really quite right enough to leave up. I’d love to redo the roof of it to be more romantic, or at least give it a shove from the other direction, but somehow I think that it’s just going to stay the way it is. Projects like this tend to be more brilliant in one’s mind — and higher up on the priority list — than in real life. I suppose if I were a real blogger I’d give it a fabulous re-do, huh? There are two vines planted out there that we have hopes of someday climbing up over the top, and maybe that will redeem us all somewhat.
Bridget did paint it two years ago, so there’s that.
The hammock is a gift from a friend quite a while ago. We don’t have two trees in good proximity to each other (at least, not where you’d want to relax, unless poison ivy, mosquitos, and prickly brambles sound relaxing to you).
And the hammock stand that we have somewhere in the garage isn’t quite long enough, because this is a Nicaraguan hammock, not an American hammock. Plus, I was told in no uncertain Spanish-accented tones not to leave it out in the rain.
Finally this year as I felt it mocking me from the depths of the garage (AKA “the garage of death”), a light dawned on me from on high.
We do have a gazebo! However wonky! Maybe, just maybe, it would fit in there!
This is what my pantry/studio looks like at present, as scraps fly in every direction. Soon I will tidy it up.
I promised pics of the garden so here you go.
An actual eggplant. Representative of actual eggplants on all the eggplant plants. My determination not to crowd things in the beds seems to be paying off.
Beans. I have, with trepidation, removed the chicken-wire from the top of the bean bed. I am hoping that the plants’ robustness will now thwart the bunnies, which are legion. (The cat and the dog mainly stare at each other. Rarely and only with prompting do they chase a bunny, the free-loaders.)
Now, to me, these beds are all weeded. Before the festivities on the Fourth they will be weed-wacked (again) around the edges to hold down the garlic chives. So just go easy on me here.
By the way, someone left a comment that I cannot find anywhere, as to the paths between the beds. So, confidential to my dear unknown reader: The paths have weed cloth and are covered in wood chips. Over the years the wood chips do disintegrate and then weeds grow, because weeds grow here like, well, you know. Bridget hacked out all the weeds and then we laid down more chips. So for now, they are pretty good! (By my standards, which are, admittedly, low.)
Peppers! And tomatoes!
Soon this bed, below, will be taken over by those zucchinis (and the radishes will be done!) (and we can put the peas behind us, because they were a bust):
These cosmos plants, below, were volunteers in other beds, so I put them here by the compost bins. And then the gladioli from last year sprang up!
The basil is doing very well, both in the herb garden by the door and in the bed pictured up above that (contrary to my proclaimed intention) has lettuce, tomatoes, parsley, and basil (fourth garden picture). That makes me happy!
Thank you for bearing with me on this little tour of part of my garden! You are so kind. I do love it so, so much, modest though it be. And weedy.
*If you don’t know what a leach field is, you don’t live in the country, and your party conversation must be difficult to keep up. What do people talk about, if not septic systems?