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Leeks Are Rotting!
I haven’t wanted to complain about all the rain, even though it has kept me from a million garden chores. But last night I was cooking up some canned pole beans (I canned them – first time) and sadly, canned pole beans, even from your own garden, taste like canned beans from the store.
So I wanted to doctor them up and picked jalapeno peppers, chopped up garlic from Daniel Parson Produce (three different kinds!) and went out to dig some leeks. Horror upon horror!! My long-tended and beloved leeks, advertised as good keepers in the soil, were rotting! The bottoms looked yucky and punky. Major disappointment. I salvaged all I could. The beans tasted like store canned beans that had been doctored up.
Now I am worried about my sweet potatoes. They have grown beautifully and covered the ground with their beautiful, shiny green leaves. But what lies underground? I’m scared to look.
Usually when it’s too wet to get into the garden because of soil compaction and all that bad stuff that happens if you tromp around on soaked ground, I take advantage of the Habitat for Humanity red floral sofa and read.
But this week, we are cleaning house in preparation for a surprise birthday party (by the time you read this it will be checked off the calendar) and all we’ve done is work, work, work! That blessing of blessing, the attic fan, brings, in addition to cooler night air, moisture--and all the woodwork is moldy. Clorox is my new best friend. Thank the Lord, I know not to mix it with ammonia, as I did do that 32 years ago and still remember the dangerous results of making poisonous gas.
The garbage men are almost scared to round the corner as we have been somewhat firm with ourselves in throwing away junk. Still lots more around, but it is a little bit less Maw and Paw Kettle–ish. My pet peeve is a ship’s decanter, cut glass, that someone once gave Edward and he has left it on the porch where he unwrapped it six years ago! I want to give it to Calhoun Cares but he wants to put it on top of a wooden column that stands in the side yard. Only tidy yards can have yard art, and we are several light-years away from tidy.