Showing posts with label Gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gardening. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The Last of the Great Mutant Cucumbers

Alas, growing season is over in our part of the country. The tomato vines had reached monstrous (and seedy) proportions. The cucumber vine had a strangle-hold on everything else in the vegetable bed and started to creep beyond the box. Everything was way beyond its prime, we need to start planting fall crops, and so, the Mutant Cucumber Vine is gone...

...But not before I saved the last few Mutant Cucumbers to share with you!






As you can see, the last of its progeny did not reach the huge proportions of the previous batches, but they're still very odd in shape and color. Although, the one on the right is closer to the shade of a normal cucumber.... Yes? No?

Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Fragrant

I just finished pruning back my mom's lavender for the season, and you could smell me from a mile away. I think I'm going to be lavender scented for a week. Man, this thing was unruly. I was knee-deep in that sucker. My mom hadn't trimmed it in a while, can you tell?

I meant to take pictures of the god-awful mess that I made of the patio with all of the clippings and flowers, but I forgot. Of course.

There are two other bushes (Lord help me) that need pruning. I forgot they were there. My mom was kind enough to remind me when I was knee-deep in the other one though.

That'll be a project for tomorrow when Sarah goes down for her nap.

I'll take some pictures of those so you can see the before and after. I wish that I had done it with this one, though, it was a monster.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Mutant Cucumbers!



What? You thought I was kidding?

Nope, this baby is the latest progeny from our vegetable garden.

My mom and I have managed to grow very respectable tomatoes, some lovely basil, and even assorted lettuces. But our cucumbers? They all turn out like this.

It must have something to do with not getting enough sun.

You see, our garden is in a raised bed that my dad built for us, and my mom insisted on over-planting it. I told her she was putting waaaay too many plants in, but did she listen?

Nope.
So this is our penance.

Mutant cucumbers.