Yes, it’s all still alive. Well, mostly. Just after I dug up all the potatoes a while back, my plot was beset by a mildew infestation – one of the neighbouring plots had it, left it untreated, and then it spread to the entire garden. Before going to Florida, I hadn’t had time to do much beyond cut out dead leaves from the affected squash and zucchini plants, and when I got back, I found it had attacked the pumpkin vines. So tonight I finally had time to march down there with a pair of clippers and gloves to protect me from the spiky squash vines and do something about it.
As both treatment and preventative measure, I sprayed the leaves of the beleaguered plants with a milk/water solution that the other gardeners have had a lot of luck with. This actually seemed to work almost immediately, so hopefully the bits and pieces left of zucchini and squash plants will revive enough to give me a few more edibles before it gets too cold.
I forgot to photograph my only surviving pumpkin of meaningful size – the two that had made it to fist-size before I went on vacation succumbed to rot while I was gone, despite
And I forgot to check the garlic. Damn. Need to do that very soon, I think, since their leaves have by now been entirely shaded to death by the rhubarb and pumpkin leaves.
Speaking of the rhubarb, its time finally came, and I pulled it all up tonight. I put about six armfuls of various gigantic rhubarb and squash leaves into the compost tonight – the worms should be very happy. I also pulled up most of the beets, which are of substantial size, I think; most about the size of my fist, which I admit isn’t very big, but isn’t bad for vegetables I planted out of boredom and largely ignored all summer.
I feel much better and less neglectful, though there’s still some dead flowers and a lot of weeding I didn’t get done tonight, and I need to transplant my indoor tomato seedlings to bigger pots (I only have pots for about half of them – have to figure out where I’m going to get more!), and I need to find someplace indoors for the big healthy ones currently fruiting on the balcony. But there’s always next weekend, I guess.