I think I had the same happy grin on my little pre school face when my grandmother let me pull a carrot out of her vegetable garden (back when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth).
That's how we grow the next generation of gardeners.
Today I carried a very heavy basket of produce into the kitchen. Squashes. Tomatoes. Cucumbers.
Peppers which have started to color and will be a brilliant RED in a day or two spent on the kitchen counter. In my other hand, I had the last of the red onions, pulled from the dirt and dangling from their dried out tops. I had an amazing crop of onions this season.
I also have delicious kale. And Swiss chard (which I intend to saute and mix with ricotta cheese and make into tortelloni. Big square filled dumplings we used to have in Germany--made by a talented Italian guy. If I only knew what magic was in the simple sauce he served with them--and which we licked, shamelessly, off the plates..... any Italians out there with an idea of what sort of sauce this would be?
The French eggplant plants are just starting to make flowers (and hopefully fruit)--I hope the weather reports I have heard are true. 6 more weeks of summer. At least here in Maine. We are unseasonably HOT, Humid and Miserable, but --in the garden--no complaints. I need a few more weeks to get everything ripe and ready to harvest.
The three winter squash plants I rescued from the dumpster (and they were wilted and beat up) have perked up finally. They are covered in "boy" flowers (no noticeable "girl" flowers) but each of the three plants has produced at least one winter squash. A tiny 2 inch butternut. A tiny buttercup. And the acorn plant has two 3 inch squash growing. I looked at the seed packets at work--and I have enough time for them to grow large enough to eat. Another 30 days.
Next summer I am planting and growing the pattypan squashes that look like little flying saucers. We have a farmer's market in Town and I meant to visit on Tuesday and see if anyone had that variety for sale.
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