The roof farm has been been frustratingly uncooperative this season. Gardening is the great equalizer, beating egos into pulp. Or...ploughshares??? I mean, swords are nothing but ego made manifest, aren't they?
But I digress.
I spent several hours yesterday addressing Issues:
The north side of the "farm" is perfect, lush and green (there was no north side, last year): The potatoes are huge, the raspberries and currants are ripe, the tomato plants big, green and healthy, the Cape gooseberry (ground cherry) is beginning to look like it will actually become big enough to bear fruit.
The south side, on the other side of the silvertop, on the other hand...
There are leaf hoppers on the scarlet runner beans, the cucumbers are stunted, the Brandywines are pale yellow and something is eating my Black Krim tomatoes. ARGH! Poor drainage is to blame for some yellowed squash and it seems I mixed up my Thai and long purple eggplant seedlings.
There is some good stuff: I pulled my garlic, which is beautiful.
After I had repotted some plants, punched extra drainage holes in buckets, removed some suspect soil (I have a medley of Organic Mechanics - excellent pedigree, but I am not a fan: results count, and my plants don't like it; Fafard Complete Planting Mix; and...Scott's Miracle Gro Moisture Control Potting Soil...I know, I know: I needed soil for new pots and that's all that was available) and cleaned up, I climbed back down the ladder, showered, scrubbed my finger nails, inspected some sunburn where the Factor 80 had not reached, mixed some gins and bitter lemon, we both went back up to look at the harbor from our deck chairs. On cue, a cruise ship glided by: the Disney Magic, 85,000 tons.
(That's a long sentence.)
We ate the the first head of young, juicy garlic rubbed onto toasted ciabatta last night, to accompany a Nicoise salad. As we sat on the terrace a cloud splattered some rain on us, but we ate on.
The rain stopped, the scent of the tilia blossoms on the street rose, the robin across the road began to sing.