The peas have staged a full-on comeback and are now blooming. I can’t believe these things survived, let alone have the gumption to flower and, possibly, fruit. I believe in regeneration now.
…Which is why I’m very carefully tending the tomatoes in Vineplot. They have begun flowering, too, but then, several days ago, something evil hit them — I hope it’s just a little collateral damage from the soapy whitefly scrimmage; however, it might be a case of blight. Fungus. And with that, “It’s go time.” I’m serious. I hopped to it. I’ve let cases of indigestion go longer. In the last three days I have:
- Doused them with milky water, twice.
- Tracked down comfrey to brew them a nutritious batch of comfrey tea. (It took a couple hours and three locations, but I now have a comfrey plant and a jar of its leaves soaking.)
- Watered my Brandywines (which are in a separate plot) with a prophylactic dose of chamomile.
- Basically taken an impromptu course in Organic Soil Improvement Methods.
Gayla Trail tells me, in that book she wrote for me (You Grow Girl), that milk is an antifungal wonder-juice for tomatoes, chamomile is a good fungus preventative, and comfrey tea is like Carnation Instant Breakfast for vegetable plants: a pack of minerals.
Cripes, it had all better work. Those tomato plants hold a lot of my time and effort and I want those heirloom fruits. At the risk of spoiling that soil for next year, I don’t have the heart to pull them up. I want them saved. I hope it’s possible?
Then, walking home yesterday evening, I came upon the largest spider that I have ever seen outside of a zoo. In this picture, it is a tad smaller than life-size.
I thought it might be an escaped tarantula. Called Neville outside to snap photos of it and came to discover it’s a native “fisher spider.” Lives on lakes, streams, or rivers, like the one just down the ridge. Walks on water. Walks on water. I believe in biological miracles. Come on, tomatoes.