The weather is gray but things are starting to get going in the garden...mostly in my husband's garden, actually. (We maintain separate gardens for marital haromony's sake....like cowboys don't ride each other's horses. You just don't mess with another's way of doing things.)
Let's take a little tour...
First, the setting. There's our '70's daylight basement abode, taken with a zoom lens from across the valley of the Little Washougal River.
On my way back up the driveway, I took this shot...
Yup, that corner room is my sewing room, the best room in the house.
That boarded up door, "The Door to Nowhere" is awaiting a deck. It's been waiting for 15 years but that's o.k. We always have the option!
So up behind the house....
...is where the garden action is.
You are looking through part of my garden and over to the top or Robert's. That portable greenhouse behind him is one of his plywood triumphs. He is the King of Plywood, and this little portable has been used in the spring and broken down by June for at least the last 10 years. Just plywood, PVC, a plastic tarp, and the occasional portable heater turned on...
But when it is sunny, the the tarp gets peeled back.
Here is (part of) this year's tomato crop. The mirror that the tomatoes are placed on is from an old remodel when I had it removed from my closet. I don't need to see myself that much!
Behind this on the left is the old vanity from the bathroom remodel which serves as another place for plants to soak up some sun; those are onions back there.
But the brand new little guys live in the house and get put out on the front porch for a little sunbath when the sun deigns to come out.
Next fall's pesto!!!
Robert started the peas awhile ago, and they got pretty leggy in the greenhouse waiting for the soil in the garden to dry up enough to till so he could plant them out. This he finally did Thursday, only to discover that the birds just love those sweet, succulent young pea leaves.
What to do?
He came up with this.
The shorts he is finally retiring as they are too ragged even for him; the shirt is from his old pilot stash. The upside down pothead has big eyes painted all the way around, and actually bobbles in the breeze.
I think it is quite wonderfully scary.
So here is his "blank slate".
There is going to be an amazing amount of wonderful food coming out of this ground.....
Believe it or not, I am even looking forward to canning next fall. ;-)