Well, apart from the armadillo who’s been uprooting onions and doing a kind of bizarre Okra-tipping, and the blister beetles who would like to eat everything but are being discouraged by Safer’s Soap and loud radio music, it’s been a wonderful July in the garden. The cushaws are suffering being reined in, for they would have taken the front yard, the porch and the entire garden by now otherwise, and the winter squash out on the west end are beginning to pop tiny butternuts and buttercups. Next will be the black futsus, that sort of resemble a cross between buttercup and acorn in both color and habit. They’re mostly ignoring the circular trellis I put up for them to climb on and are snaking out in every direction. I’d worry about them getting out into the mower’s way. But it’s a drought, and there’s nothing much to mow except where I’ve forgotten to shut off the hose and inadvertently watered a bit of the yard. The fall beans are in and up, armored in anti-armadillo chicken wire. Also newly in are some scraggly fall potatoes that may or may not make. I’m still searching for a place to sow a fall crop of beets for canning, and making feeble attempts at a fence. A supply of posts is arriving soon from Calico, and that should make the job possible, if not easier.
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