We ate our first “salad” of romaine and basil fresh from the deck. Wow, it tasted so good, just because I knew it when, when it was nothing but a pack of itty grains, way back in March. I’m a fan of “Last Restaurant Standing” on BBC America, where this week they showed the “kitchen garden” at Raymond Blanc’s country restaurant: acres of greens, potatoes, and who knows what other delicacies. Fresh, never-been-refrigerated goodness. This shot is of the produce from my miniature kitchen garden…
The Red Sails lettuce that I scattered around the romaine has been popping up, all freckly. It looks unhealthy and rashy, to my untrained eyes. But, hey, this girl knows freckles, so I should be squarely in the corner of freckled sprouts…
The Jack-O’-Lantern pumpkin has arrived. Having decided that it would be threatened if guerrilla-planted by the CVS store, it’s destined for the bottom of the yard at my folks’ house, instead. Lord knows, then it will be at the mercy of the woodchucks and the deer and the slugs…
And with that, I’m off to buy some copper slug and snail tape — an ingenious-sounding repellent, a roll of adhesive copper, sold with the lore that slugs and snails do not cross copper. Who knew.
