Well here it is, almost July .... and only a tease of summer.
The garden is nothing but a buggy swamp, a slug commune, nothing stood a chance against the strange weather this spring. I have three artichoke plants that may make it and some snow peas that have finally bloomed. My visions of fresh squash, tomatoes, salad greens, turnips, beets, swish chard, butter beans and melons have all faded .... to "maybe next year". I took it personal as I watched the molds and invisible little eaters suck the life out of my starts but as I share my garden woes around town I'm learning I'm not alone in my veggie sorrow.
On the brighter side, we have plenty of roses, daisies, peonys and the raspberries and apples look good. I have a few calendula that may take hold and bloom, then they will be a reliable crop for always. The comfrey plants are coming up, the dried leaf tea is so yummy. The valerian starts are growing, sweet cicely too. Feverfew has sprung up everywhere and is in bloom. Mullein have come up wild all over my little acre, the fresh flowers will be picked one at a time and an oil made for pain. the leaves dried for lung tea. The burnet and walking onions transplanted well. I have volunteer trees coming up everywhere.
The dog needs walking, the gypsy wagon unloadin' and so I'm off to start a new day.