Just as soon as I’m rolling in spring harvests, summer arrives in full swing.
This has been a very hot, very dry spring and we’re hoping this is the last of the three year drought. There’s talk of an El Nino in the fall. Fingers crossed. Until then, our water usage with the new garden is a full third less than previous years.
Life always seems to get in the way when it’s time to start the summer planting. I managed to get my squash, beans, eggplants, pumpkins and watermelons in the ground by early June but I still worry it might be too late for the squash and pumpkin. The squash I planted by seed this year and they came up really quickly, thankfully. In the meantime, I have at least a dozen watermelon growing rapidly, some larger than others. At least I won’t have a rut of watermelon all it once.
I’ve never seen so many bees in the garden as this year. We had one lavender plant in years past that was always humming with activity. So with the new garden, I planted at least a dozen lavenders throughout the yard and it seems to have paid off. After the lavender blooms, the bees seem to move onto the catmint and salvias.
Lots of ladybugs have hung around long after we released them in early May. And no aphids at the moment either so not sure what they’re munching on.
The fruit is ripening quickly on the trees. We lost our cherry harvest this May due to the heat (we were not alone) but all the other trees are doing exceptionally well. We gathered over thirty pounds of plums off our Santa Rosa tree and our nectarine is right behind it. Those should be ready by the end of the week.
Meanwhile, Jacques is enjoying early morning walks in the garden. He’s finally realized that catmint smells better than lavender.
And he has a friend to come along with him on walks. A robin keeps pestering him. She’s been following him around for several months. At first we assumed it was to protect her nest, throwing herself feet in front of him. But now, we’re not so sure. She sits outside our windows and chirps for him well into dusk every day and won’t stop until she sees him at the window. Strange.
Meanwhile, we’re enjoying two weeks off in the summer heat and sunshine of Sonoma. It sure beats the foggy, cold gloom back in San Francisco.