Daughter Gina and I have been trekking to the 'other house' every other day to pick whatever produce is ready. This was our haul on Tuesday.
With two of us working this takes 2-3 hours.
Then there are beans to snip and can, tomatoes to stew and can.
In between I seem to be reduced to witlessness!
First picked of the watermelons weighted in at 27.4 lbs!
Every counter in my small kitchen groans with heaped up produce.
Ripening tomatoes need to be set on trays or with newspaper underneath. The odd one turns weepy and smelly when I'm not looking.
Thursday morning's garden gleanings.
I hoisted this watermelon and staggered with it to the shed where Gina helped me lower into a wheelbarrow.
W have been giving away produce--handing out canteloupes, offering tomatoes and cucumbers, pleading with friends to have a few green beans.
I'm aware of the truth we reiterate--that it is lovely come winter to browse the basement shelves and bring up all manner of canned goods to make a meal--but at the moment I am more impressed with my creaking back as I pick the long rows of green beans.
Surely next year we must plant in moderation!