I realize that we didn’t blog about our garden this year at all, and I am blaming the shitty weather we had up here in Yankeeland this summer. We had so much rain that nothing thrived. Our tomatoes did okay, but we had many vines that never even bore fruit or if they did they didn’t ripen before they burst open or rotted on the vine. Bambi and Thumper didn’t help matters by munching on our okra and sweet peppers. The birds ate our raspberries. Every last one of them. Sometimes, you just can’t win. We’ll chalk this up to yet another learning experience.
Ted had the past two days off, so I took a couple of vacation days. He was looking forward to some quality nap time. I had other ideas.
I’m pretty proud of us. This is our most ambitious canning endeavor yet, since I realized I was indeed turning into my mother. She’s the plant whisperer, who coincidentally had a birthday yesterday. Click here to read about how she totally kicks our gardening asses.
I’m especially proud of Farmer Ted the Chef, who spent his time off cooking and didn’t even complain about it. Much.