Today was planting day for what Jack, Braddock and I hope will be a bumper crop of tomatoes, peppers, squashes and an assortment of weird things B ordered from the internet.
We’re doing the hay bale gardening thing again this year simply because we are lazy. Jack is supplying the land and water, B is supplying the plants and labor – I’m the eater. I have it so hard.
We planted 14 tomato plants – many you’ve never heard of. They have names like Baltic Stupice, Bloody Bath, Caspian Pink and Black Krim.
Just to humor me they let me plant a few Early Girls that Brenda gave me, promising they had been bred just for hot Mississippi summers. They promise a harvest in 47 days.
I’m drooling in anticipation of that first big red juicy tomato.
We also planted some Trinidad Scorpion Peppers which are the hottest pepper known to man. (I don’t know what we will do with them – make pepper spray perhaps?}
It occurred to me that farmers are the ultimate study in hopeful people. We do all this work and trust that something will grow and produce. I guess we are dreamers and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Stay tuned.