Here we are, just a mere few days away from the official start of Fall. I always smile to myself when this day comes around (aka the Autumnal Equinox) because living in Texas, fall doesn’t actually arrive until mid-late October and sometimes not even until November. Another day of ridiculousness? When Starbucks decides to start selling pumpkin spice lattes on August 31st. I love fall just as much as the next gal, but goodness gracious. I digress.
Though temperatures are starting to decrease ever so slightly and those long summer evenings slowly getting shorter, one thing that holds true this year is that my little humble garden is no more.
Ok, maybe I’m being a bit too dramatic about it not being in existence anymore. It still exists, but simply hasn’t yielded (or is likely, not going to anymore) any more bounty. It was a good run! Don’t be mad at me, dear tomato plants! I didn’t mean to go on vacation and forget to water you! See, I’m still watering you every day! Come back…come back! As if the garden can hear me.
(Enough late night writing for this gal. Must. Go. To. Sleep. Now.) Let’s recap the last month and half, shall we?
I’ve been watering every single day, most days even twice a day and the plants aren’t looking much better since last month. The temps have been even higher (we’re now solidly into triple digits daily) but then again, I’m not sure if it was any cooler that things would be any better. Two of the three tomato plants looked burned, for lack of better word. I still hopelessly water them daily, thinking that they will somehow blossom and yield fruit. At the end of the month, I took the stakes out of the ground since the plants didn’t need them anymore.
The beginning of this month went by in a blur and I completely forgot to take pictures, until this week. Oops. There isn’t really anything new to report, other than me taking the liberty to cut back the burnt tomato plants earlier this month. I had one small new pepper make an appearance, only to be plucked off by one inquisitive toddler. Sad trombones.
Could it be a pepper?! Or just a tease only to shrivel up and die. I’ll keep you posted! But don’t hold your breath or anything.
Attacked by a toddler. It lost, clearly.
See, sneaky toddler in action.
All in all, I’m glad (and so grateful to my mom for making it happen!) I had the chance to experiment and experience gardening this year. Despite the results, right? There are always good life lessons to be learned from things like this. Those of which I won’t get into because tis’ time for sleep and not for deep thoughts.
Until next time!