Vineyard Gardener
I put in a full 12 hours on Saturday in my own vegetable garden. While much was accomplished, there is still a tremendous amount to be done.
Last Saturday morning the thunderstorm and 45-minute deluge were memorable. I had flashes of lightening right in my kitchen.
By LYNNE IRONS
Taking the bad with the good is the nature of life. I was enjoying my morning tea in the garden while watching robins. Suddenly I realized they were unearthing my newly planted and mulched cucumbers in their search for worms. Every one had to be replanted. Why can’t they eat the Colorado potato beetles that have already begun their assault on my eggplants?
By LYNNE IRONS
Here we go . . . heading into another summer season. The other day while sitting in a line of traffic, I noticed people getting cut off and thought it was early to have extra people here so soon. I realized it was the anxiety-riddled workers hustling around, trying to prepare for the arrival of their off-Island customers. It was nice to come to a place of gratitude for gainful employment regardless of the angst it produces the week of Memorial Day.
By LYNNE IRONS
My greenhouse is bursting at the seams. Thankfully, I did not jump the gun (where did that expression come from?) and plant out the many peppers, tomatoes, squashes, watermelons and cucumbers. I did plant a test row of beans, a few tomatoes and a couple of zucchini. Even the double covering of Reemay could not save them. It froze two nights last week. My son Jeremiah lost all his tender vegetable starts — blackened the first morning. Mine, however, died that slow, lingering death which alternately gave hope and despair.
By LYNNE IRONS