Perhaps it is the inch and half rain that fell yesterday, affording a delightful respite from the hose.
Perhaps it is the thorough weeding accomplished earlier in the week.
Perhaps it is the brief interval between harvests since Tuesday's aggressive gleanings of okra, tomato and cucumber and the grand pickling that night.
Whatever the justification, and with nothing from the garden really calling, I indulge a second pot of coffee, settle down to the computer and...order more seeds.
Garlic, actually. Which won't be shipped until October.
It's strange to think about next season. I've just begun to pick squash, and the okras have a long way to go before they are exhausted. I clipped the first of what I hope will be many leaves of swiss chard, and the potatoes are still in the ground. There are yet tomatoes and tomatillos and peppers of several varieties, and the basil is patiently waiting for its turn in the pesto kitchen. Who knows when the beans will be ready to harvest and shell, and whether or not the beets will actually offer anything other than tops. The fall crop is only half planted, with half a dozen seed packets queued up and waiting. Next season?
The fact is that garlic requires advance attention. I barely beat the deadline last fall with a late November planting. Better to nestle the cloves into place before the end of October. And purveyors tend to run out of supplies early in the fall. Already one of my preferred providers is sold out of two desirable varieties. It's important to order early. And I learned the hard way that in this first go-round I planted far too little. Saving back a few heads for next season, we have already gone through much of the harvest.
And I never wanted to be a one-hit wonder. Peas produce once and then are done; I want to be a recurring, perennial producer. There will be a Season #2.
Still, it's barely August and Season #1 is still in process. It is with a curious mixture of embarrassment and titillation that here in the throes of summer I straddle the entire girth of autumn and winter and plant a foot so proleptically in spring. But I can already almost taste it.
Here, then, is what's in store:
Erik's German White |
Lorz Italian |
Georgian Fire |
German Extra Hardy |
Inchelium Red |
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