Notes From the Garden

First real garden pickins of the year. Basil and the first cucumber. 

There are a handful of tomatoes that will be ripening this week: a few cherries, Santiam and an Early Girl. I'm pretty sure the Santiam is going to beat out the EG. Peppers are coming along and dahlias will be in full bloom soon. 

Just as the dark was falling, I put nine little black-eyed susan starts in the ground in the bed in front of the pool. I hacked at the now-unruly honeysuckle vines this afternoon. They're going to need more work and a bigger trellis to take over, but things are under control for the moment. 

We got a ton done yesterday. Mowing the lawn is an hour+ investment, and I'm not sure me zigzagging around only mowing down weeds really saved me much time. The grass is dead now. I refuse to water until we have a sprinkler system and nice lawn. Todd dismantled my black widow wood pile and relocated it to the back of the garden along the neighbors' fence. The wood's been seasoning for three years and I am SUPER EXCITED to dig into my stash of extra-dry oak, cedar and magnolia. 

I spent two hours ripping bermudagrass out of the edge of the garden. I probably shouldn't have bothered, but I just hate it so much. Most of it is gone now and I'll poison whatever's left. No mercy. That stuff is tenacious.

Last night we sipped pear cider from Growler King with Tim while he worked on laying out the kitchen, mudroom and half bath. I'm not sure I've looked forward so much to any other project in this house being done. Oh, it will be a glorious day. And on that note, the activities of the last two days have caught up to me and it's time for bed.