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I took tomato plants to my sisters' and to Debbie's house yesterday.
Both parties received repeated, emphatic reminders: water them!!!
I cannot remember any year in all the years I've been gardening, having concerns about plants wilting from too much heat IN LATE MAY, EARLY JUNE.
Usually, they can stay in the greenhouse for most of the first part of summer, if we so choose.
On Sunday, after generously watering everything, I left for a couple of hours around noon.
Upon my return, I opened the greenhouse door to the spectacle of several potted tomatoes so wilted I thought they might die.
Wasting no time, I carried them from the greenhouse to inside of the garden and poured the water to them.
Happily, they survived. This was the second time I'd encountered such a scene.
So, the tomatoes went to their new homes with the watering advice.
As of this morning, my greenhouse is completely empty for the season.
With the way this growing season has started, we could be harvesting a number of items by late June.
I bragged on the blog the other day that my cucumber plants didn't skip a beat after being transplanted the day before.
Well, not so fast.
This time it's the heat, not the cold, that shocked them so much the next day that many of the once lovely plants lay wilted in the soil.
Once again, I've been pouring the water to them, and they seem to be bouncing back.
Crazy gardening year, for sure.
It's looking like a very bountiful year for plums, apples and berries here at the Lovestead and at my sisters' house.
They have the good fortune of a substantial patch of dewberries flourishing along the side of an old house on their place.
I'm jealous, but soon I'll be picking enough blueberries and raspberries to keep myself busy freezing and preserving.
My sisters also have a rather healthy rhubarb supply, and they shared yesterday. Within two hours, I was pulling a rhubarb "crobbler" from the oven.
Seems it wasn't crisp enough to be a crisp and not substantial enough for a full-fledged cobbler, so I called it a crobbler.
Even though it was a bit of a hybrid, that taste of rhubarb topped off with cool whip was divine.
Speaking of divine, some of my sisters' flowers, like the azalea and the yellow roses are divinely gorgeous this year.
On another neighborhood note, while driving home last evening from the Colburn place, I'm pretty sure I saw "our bear" again.
Twas a small, brown bear crossing Center Valley Road and headed into Jody Russell's place.
I'm beginning to think we all may get to know this critter, maybe even a little better than we would like.
Now, I'll take a page from my daughter-in-law's book and say there's "not much" else to report this morning 'cept the grass needs mowing.
Alas, I must carry on!
Happy Tuesday.
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