The garden that just won't quit.
Even after all these years, I'm still amazed by the weather in Southern California. When it comes to agriculture, I think Southern California should have a motto: "Just add water." I thought I was going to have some time off from the garden this Fall, but it just won't quit. This weekend I picked another big batch of tomatillos, zucchini, a few tomatoes and eggplants, and I even found a few ripe raspberries. Our huge shade tree is still as green as it was in July, and it all just makes it feel surreal around here. I keep thinking about Fall like it's something that's going to happen in the future, because there's no visual cues that it's almost mid-November. Some pictures:
Artichokes taking over where some watermelon actually did quit... and check out those monstrous tomatoes in the background. They're spilling out of their beds and growing together over our walkways:
Endless zucchini:
The last cucumber? Maybe, but then again that's what I thought when I picked the cucs a few weeks ago:
C'mon little green tomato, you can do it!
I wish these darn persimmons would hurry up and ripen:
Random picture of my man, being handy:
A random picture of Fat Girl, helping Greg draw the plans for our garage:
And then there's our other little project, the backyard vino. Pressing the grapes was not fun. If this works out, I'm getting a real press next year. Here's me, topping up one of the carboys where the juice will ferment awhile longer:
All set. At least we have another 3 weeks or so before we have to mess with it again, and at least the next steps in the process won't be nearly as time-consuming as pressing.
I'm tired. When does Fall start?
Artichokes taking over where some watermelon actually did quit... and check out those monstrous tomatoes in the background. They're spilling out of their beds and growing together over our walkways:
Endless zucchini:
The last cucumber? Maybe, but then again that's what I thought when I picked the cucs a few weeks ago:
C'mon little green tomato, you can do it!
I wish these darn persimmons would hurry up and ripen:
Random picture of my man, being handy:
A random picture of Fat Girl, helping Greg draw the plans for our garage:
And then there's our other little project, the backyard vino. Pressing the grapes was not fun. If this works out, I'm getting a real press next year. Here's me, topping up one of the carboys where the juice will ferment awhile longer:
All set. At least we have another 3 weeks or so before we have to mess with it again, and at least the next steps in the process won't be nearly as time-consuming as pressing.
I'm tired. When does Fall start?