Every week I tell my friends and neighbors that I'm "going to be swimming in tomatoes" the next week. And, the dumb tomatoes have been making a liar out of me for several weeks now. I get just enough big tomatoes to make a good salad for friends and baby tomatoes for post work snacks.
Heartbreaking. It's like even Pinterest knows the garden is a bit of a struggle right now. When I took a break during lunch this is what greeted me. I wanted to know if I could trim back the onions since they were growing so tall. The answer was pretty much no.
I'll never forget the first time I made pesto. It was like any moment when Ariel from the Little Mermaid is singing. Magic. So when I learned this week that there is a French version of pesto called pistou, I was pretty surprised. Long story short? It's like pesto but without the cheese and thicker. I only know because I googled it and found a great article about it.
At this point, the question that really remains is how many garden updates can I write before the tomatoes ripen? I honestly would have thought the day would have happened already... but alas, no ripe tomatoes... HOWEVER, we are close!
I'm reluctant to call us halfway through Summer because that would be depressing to me. It is however probably a touch accurate in regards to the Summer gardening season. I'm beginning to think a bit about some plantings for a Fall garden. I've never tried this before and oddly enough nobody at Lowes / Home Depot / Burpee / Gardeners Supply seems to be pushing this agenda either. Maybe they know that all we really want is tomatoes and sun on our faces... and it's too hot to lay out more drip irrigation in the garden.
One of the best parts about living in the burbs is just how much outdoor time you can really have. This does potentially lead to many many trips to Lowes but it also leads to sun-kissed cheeks and slightly blonder hair.
While I clearly love my whole garden, I think one of the best parts is certainly the "slate" walkway. I had spent so much time getting all those silly lobster bricks from the beach. I honestly thought I was done stealing things from nature. Then I realized I needed a path... or I would be weeding all the time.