(075: Hiding in the asparagus bed. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
In one’s garden a person may be one’s own artist without apology or explanation. Here is one spot where each may experience the ‘romance of possibility.’
~ Louise Beebe Wilder
The garden has been coming along well. The weeds have been thriving and flowering. Some sort of squash has volunteered to come up on its own. I suspect it’s the hubbard, but I’m not sure yet.
I’m almost finished weeding the aparagus bed. Seems like I’ve been working on it forever and whenever I think I’m almost finished, I find that I’m not. Most of the weeds in the above photo are no longer hiding in the asparagus bed. Sitting under the asparagus ferns is one of my favorite places to be lately. I have my own little secret garden in there, weeds and all. As we established last year, my garden has pretty weeds with lots of flowers, making it a beautiful place to sit and ponder life, the universe, and everything.
(Looking through the asparagus ferns. Photo © 2009 by Robin)
Yesterday I yanked out the lettuce and bok choy. They had bolted. (I wish I could draw cartoons. The visual I’m getting from that last sentence is funny — lettuce and bok choy bolting/escaping from the garden because the gardener is doing a terrible job of keeping up with the weeds.) The bok choy never really grew the way I thought it should. I don’t know if it has something to do with the variety I planted or my laziness when it came to thinning it out. I suspect it’s the latter. I’m going to plant more lettuces and bok choy in the fall, along with some swiss chard. I’m also going to try not to be so lazy.