We were gone for a week and apparently it rained, because the tomatoes on the arbor are now far past the top and reaching for the sky. The vines are ten feet tall at a minimum.
What is it about the box that the tomatoes love so? The tomatoes I have in containers are barely 12 inches high and have no more than 2 tomatoes each. But the ones climbing up the arbor are as thick as a wall. I have to crawl in with a machete to clear away the leaves to reach the fruit – there is a lot of fruit.
I’m glad I planted zinnias at the front of the left box, because the peas, garlic, and arugula are long gone, and the few squash plants that survived the vine borer are looking mighty pathetic and overrun by beetles. But the zinnias create a beautiful curtain to hide all of that from view, and attract a zillion butterflies besides.
The squash, despite the bugs, have limped along and produced monster-fruit during the week we weren’t here to harvest. Some are nearly big enough to carve into jack-o-lanterns. So much for 2-3″ squash. I grated just one of the big ones today and had enough for two loaves of zucchini bread and a huge zucchini fritata. The fritata also had our own basil, garlic, and cherry tomatoes. All we need now are chickens for our own eggs and we’d be totally self-sufficient. Fritata-wise, anyway.
Also, I love our multi-colored carrots just because they look pretty all chopped up.
Now that the summer is winding down I’m watching the bell peppers to see if they will have time to turn red, and the Brussels sprouts, which are still tiny little buds of sprouts on their stems. I am afraid they will not grow fast enough before the frost comes. I’m still crossing my fingers.