Cool, wet spring here. I'm not complaining because I'm hoping it will mean a less brutal summer than last year. And last year's April frost killed everything I had set out early except my spuds. So I waited this year till our last frost date to put stuff out. Boy am I glad I did.
The pepper and tomato seedlings I started in early March are all stunted. I started some more in late April and they are all much bigger than the early set.
Eggplants are being attacked by flea beetles, potatoes are looking vigorous, beans are a little on the small side. melons and squash have come up and are growing well.
No Japanese beetles yet. I wonder if they're being delayed by the unseasonably cold weather here? Lows in the 40's at night and such.
At least we're not dependent on these things to feed us. Yet.
My mother grew up extremely poor in the 50's, and told me that her family grew about 80% of their food. Yet they still bought dried beans and corn meal. She won't go near a garden, as her memories consist of grueling summers hoeing, weeding, picking cotton, snapping beans etc etc.
She gives me a devilish grin when I tell her what I'm trying to do.
She thinks its crazy and too much work. Yet I note that she and her siblings all grew up strong, healthy, and not overweight. She says that's true.
And I point out that all that work in the garden builds character... Since that's what she used to tell me as I was working in my dad's garden while the other kids in the neighborhood were all playing.
So Rocc and everybody, remember, it builds character. Or like an ex-Marine friend of mine likes to say: "improvise, adapt, and overcome". I like that.