After a fairly hellish month, my vege
garden is a jungle. Two weeks of heavy
rain, one tropical cyclone, the unexpected passing of my closest friend, a
covid scare with isolation and my garden is a place best described as survival
of the fittest.
The pumpkins seem to be making a run for
the title of ruler of this jungle. They
are smothering most of the competition, all of the paths and also managing to
grow some big fat healthy looking pumpkins.
The beans don’t think much of this and
are climbing the sunflowers to escape.
My single courgette plant seems
determined to join the uprising and is trying to reach the ground to either
take on the pumpkins or join them.
The beetroot is still bravely growing
under and over the sneaky tendrils, although a rather large pumpkin has managed
to jam their transportation.
The first lot of peas I planted along
the net on the edge of the tunnel house keep trying and frequently show new
growth, but they have gotten fairly dismal on the whole. But the second sowing
has taken off to be taller than me and growing masses of fat pods with juicy
peas. It’s unclear what they think of
the attempted pumpkin coup, but perhaps they haven’t noticed because they’re
somewhat removed from it.
Most of the tomatoes, cucumber and
chillies just don’t seem to care. The
cherry tomatoes are possibly making a run of their own and aiming to close the
borders.
The carrots in the water trough were
drowned in the rain and have surrendered peacefully. Or so it seems, I don’t
know if they’re going to just rot or try for a more hydroponic lifestyle. Who
can tell?
It seems my garden heard my idea of it
being a surprise around every corner and took it to heart.
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