We went to the garden last evening, planning only to lay down some cardboard boxes we'd collected (we carpet the middles with them) and return the picking bucket to the shed.
Oh, dear....the tomatoes.... Half of them are wilted. Drooping. I don't know if it's fusarium wilt or if they're simply drowning from all the rain we've had in the past week or two. The garden soil is like soup, even under the cardboard.
Oh, no...the okra.... It needed cutting again.
And the squash needed picking.
The rows between those crops are pretty well carpeted, so The Husband waded in and cut the okra and picked the squash and a few cucumbers while I worked on the tomatoes. I don't know what kind of tomatoes they are, but they are running like crazy. We tie them to their posts with pantyhose strips, but it's a losing battle. We have 5 or 6 tomatoes that never got staked, and they are beyond corralling at this point, so we've just carpeted the soil beneath the limbs and let them do their natural thing. This will be easy pickings for the turtles.
The purple hull peas are making pods.
We kept a few squash and some okra, and gave some to the relatives on the hill. Cucumbers and onions are soaking in vinegar in the refrigerator.
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