After an all-too-brief respite from the extreme heat, the mercury is rising again this week.
Yesterday, the weatherman predicted a heat index of 105 degrees for today. Since I had four rows of green beans waiting to be picked and extreme heat makes me feel ill, I headed out to the garden at 9 this morning to harvest some veggies.
It won’t be long before the tomatoes are ripe and ready to be made into salsa!
This marigold must have been seeded by last year’s crop. She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Makes me want to plant more flowers.
I can’t help but wonder if the watermelons (foreground) will be ready before Summer is over. At least there are blossoms now. The pumpkins plants are getting bigger (background), but no blossoms yet.
Red peppers are one of my favorite vegetables. Last year, many of the peppers succumbed to some kind of disease before they ripened and turned red. I’m hoping that doesn’t happen again this year.
We have harvested the green beans three times now. I’m not sure how much a single plant can produce, but I’m not worried — we planted more! You can see in the background the baby bean plants sunbathing.
There were more ripe beans out there than I originally thought. Like, 17 pints’ worth. Mom helped me get comfortable with her pressure canner and then left me to finish the second batch myself.
There is something about “putting up” food for the Winter that gives me great joy. It makes me think about the women a hundred and more years ago who tended their gardens, harvested their crops and preserved their food knowing they would be relying on it for sustenance during the long, cold Winter ahead.
Maybe I have a bit of pioneer woman blood in me after all. I do feel such a sense of accomplishment and pride when I see the jars of food that I had everything to do with. There’s nothing in there that I don’t know about, that is for sure!
Violet has been learning how to snap beans alongside Momma and Grandma. The girl’s a natural. She loves helping with whatever it is I’m doing — including gardening — and new freckles are popping up on her sunkissed skin every day.
The cold will arrive soon enough, but for now I am feeling thoroughly warm — from the inside, out.