Our first year with a "real" garden has been...
(Not pictured, because we ated them: turnips, radishes, carrots, kale, zucchini, peas, bell and chili peppers, most of which we'll be getting round two or even three of shortly.)
It's also been a bit of a learning process for us, as 1) no human family, no matter how bonkers-crazy they are for tomatoes, can possibly consume the INSANE number of tomatoes we planted, and I say that as someone who has not eaten a non-tomato-centric lunch in four months, has made sauces and jams and salads and soups, and has given away bags of tomatoes to anyone who comes to visit.
Also 2) TIMBERRRRRRRRR.
We're having some nasty weather this week, and last night the metal frame Jason screwed into the raised beds gave up under the weight of a 10-foot high cucumber plant. I didn't even notice until after I got back from the bus stop.
And while I'm SURE our neighbors were THRILLED at the sight of our giant-ass plant dangling over the fence (at least upright it served as a improvisational privacy hedge?), they did not poach our vegetables.
They absolutely should have poached our vegetables. At least one or two? Perhaps I'll take them a bag of cucumbers and tomatoes as a desperate bid to rid ourselves of this plague an apology.
Well, it's almost time for lunch, so I suppose I should make my usual tomato sandwich with a side of tomato-cucumber-mozzarella salad, followed by a cucumber sandwich with a cup of tomato soup maybe topped with some cucumber and maybe more tomato aaaaahhhhhhhhhh it's vegetable inception halp halp