For weeks, I’d prioritized the garden, ignoring tasks at home until they became urgent. Now, it was time to catch up on, well, everything. It was too wet for most garden work anyway. I used the time inside to bake crackers, infuse a lemon balm syrup, and catch up on the million things I hadn’t done.
After two weeks off to soak up the last summer sunshine, fall fell fast. I couldn’t quite get used to the change in season. It is hard to switch from heat wave to near freezing. There was a week between digging up strawberries on a hot day and looking for mushrooms in my winter jacket.
Work in the summer garden was slowing; the winter greens were in. Soon, I’d need room to grow onions and garlic. I was running out of bed space. I needed to fill the gaps.
Water has been a constant issue this year. First, we had too much, then we had too little. I would have run out during the heat wave. The misfortune of others saved me. Over the course of this summer, I doubled my water storage on the off-grid garden plot.
September was a month of fast change. 33 degrees one week, 3.5 degrees the next. Summer to fall in 10 days. It was also the month when a lot of our plans changed.
Hello and welcome. I figured we’d do another garden tour. And it’s September now, so I guess this is the September garden tour. I’ll show you around my allotment garden, show you what’s ready to harvest, what’s growing for winter, and give you an overview of how everything’s going.
Late August brought a heat wave that lasted for weeks with no water–but a lot of sunshine. The grass had burned–even before I’d trimmed it. But I was soaking up every ray of sunshine.
On a stormy day, I visit the garden, ramble on about the garden year, and show you a few of my favorite plants in the garden. There is a lot of me talking to the camera in this one.
Things change quickly in the garden. A recent festival and a few long talks also changed our plans for our future. Now, growing winter wheat is more than a pointless experiment. Winters were never part of the plan. Now, we might stick around. Permanently.
This year really had me feeling the effects of the climate crisis. El Nino gave us a preview of the years to come. Slugs have been the winners with a year perfectly to their liking: wet and overcast. On another rainy day, I check on the garden to make sure the slugs did not eat all of my brassica plants.