The red fig heirloom tomato has two tiny green tomatoes on it, finally. Neither of the other two heirloom plants has flowered, and they’re all still pretty small, but I remain hopeful. The non-heirloom tomato is producing like mad. I see BLTs in the near future.
The hot peppers are doing well, too. I wish I liked them better since they seem to like me so much. We’ve got jalapenos, habeneros, and a plant that was labeled Thai pepper on which the peppers grow upright rather than hanging. My husband chopped some (jalapenos, I think) up for hot pepper oil this evening.
In the (shady) backyard, only two green beans came up, and the second batch of snow peas is growing slowly. The zucchini plants look fabulous, but they looked great last year too and didn’t give me any zucchini. (The green beans and zucchini I planted in the front garden, where there is plenty of sun, didn’t sprout. Weird.) The leeks continue their glacial journey towards leekdom. Only ten or so beets are left; the ones we’ve eaten have been tiny, but I’ve learned that I like beet greens.
I’ve become convinced that what we thought was a crabapple tree is an apple tree; they’re getting red blotches and I made a tasty cobbler with a bunch of fallen ones. They thump onto our new roof with alarming regularity.
In other news, I think I’ve worked out the major plot issues in the book I’m going to start writing next week. Maybe I won’t hit a point during the writing where I flail madly (ha!).
