Another Season Down

I almost didn't cut my basil yesterday because I wasn't ready for either the baseball or the gardening season to be over, and they are inextricably linked in my mind. However, low nighttime temperatures, while not actually freezing, have kept the basil from growing, and it was time to make the last pesto, which I did, and then the Rockies lost.

Altogether, it wasn't a bad season. The Mister presided over a vegetable garden that yielded lots of heirloom French tomatoes, okra, and pole beans with reasonable quantities of peppers, spring greens and tomatillos. We harvested some peas, kale and kohlrabi. Herbs were abundant, whether or not we harvested them at the proper time. Flowers everywhere, including the porches, have started to make the place feel more like my home*. Of course there were set-backs. Deer demolished the strawberries and the peas and jumped the fence into the vegetables more than once. Something (groundhog?) dug up and ate every smidgen of the beets. Some of the tomatoes became diseased.

Similarly, after a promising first week, the Royals were awful. The Cubs made it interesting until August and the Rockies had a horrid May. But then they turned it around, started winning, and made the play-offs. And yes, they lost. And yes, the garden is done for.

But there's always next year.

And in the meantime, the spinach in the earth boxes is up and looking lovely. The Mister is talking about making frames to extend the greens season. I ate the last tomato/pepper/cucumber salad. I'm moving on to apples and butternut squash. The Broncos and the Jayhawks are both 5-0. It's football season.

*My house in Kansas was known for its fantastic cottage garden and flowering vines that completely enshrouded the front porch.