Early Summer

The East Coast is a muggy hot mess, too hot to garden or sleep upstairs, actually too hot to sleep at all. I am already concerned about the prospect of watering the ever increasing vegetable garden. Currently we water the garden only with rain water collected in various old plastic garbage cans and buckets, not really a system but it is what I have on hand. I have decided to mulch this year, with newspapers, compost, sheep manure, and anything else I come across. Last year when water became scarce we drove the old pick-up truck down to the lake and filled any container I could find with lake water which I used for the veggies, flowers do not get water unless they appear completely desperate.

So far this year has been off to a less than satisfactory start, too much cold, too much wind, late frosts, and now heat that feels likes it is rising from hell's furnace. Seeds seem to want to grow any way except for one patch of carrots that though planted twice refuse to present themselves, either they are playing the late prom queen, they are not happy with their neighbourhood, or something thinks they delicate young shoots taste fantastic.

Of course carrots love tomatoes. I might give a few more patches of carrots a try yet this year if I can find a place to fit them in.