Barn cat and chestnuts 1, Steller’s Jay 0.
is season extension. Or this post should more aptly be titled Rotten Tomatoes.
I’m all for season extension, but I’m ready to be done. I still need to pick the rest of the peppers, but really I need to be buttoning up this hoophouse for winter, or rather unbuttoning it. We take the covers off for the winter, mostly because of snow worries, and partly because I am in love with how the soil is after a winter cover crop and winter weather.
So before that happens, plants, posts, trellis and any plastic mulch has to be removed, and cover crop seeded.
Nothing like a over-exuberant gardener in the house. I way over-planted in the tomato department. And I thought I was done a couple of weeks ago with tomatoes. But you know what’s worse than an over-exuberant gardener? One whose parents went through the Depression. I just had to look at those plants before I pulled them all and committed them to compost. Seventy-five more pounds are sitting here today wanting my attention. I just couldn’t let them go to waste. Next year, I will plant less, I promise.
The race is on. It’s a rare year when the burrs on the trees open and let the nuts fall. We have to work in conjunction with the Steller’s Jays and the squirrels to get the nuts. They cut the burrs off, and we wait at the bottom of the trees. Not a commercial venture for sure. Just nutty and prickly.
Each day the late afternoon/evening garden gleaning time is getting earlier and earlier.