Do you remember this picture from when we planted our garden this spring? It doesn’t look like this anymore.
I did my very best this year to not let the weeding get away from me, and I’m satisfied that we did a good job. We never had to go in and dig our plants out from under weeds. I have learned to curse morning glory, but I’ve also succeeded in stopping it from killing my vegetables.
In the past, I’ve struggled with tomatoes. I couldn’t get them to grow any taller than my knees. This year, whether it was the heat (most likely) or my improved gardening skills, they really grew. Can you spot C in that pic?
He was trying to get to the two pepper plants that have been completely enveloped by my cherry tomato bush!
I have two rows of beets (more on that later), green onions, carrots, a cucumber vine, a watermelon (which is about the size of a softball, and probably won’t get much bigger, living in the shade of the tomato), purple and yellow peppers, and sweet peas.
We even remembered to thin our roots, so they could really grow …
Which leads me to my beet problem. They’re big. And there are a lot of them. Of the two rows, I picked half of one row this morning.
Without something to show you the scale, this looks like a lot less than it really was.
This bowl is HUGE. Like, two people could soak their feet in it, BIG. And those beets … larger than both my fists put together.
And this is 22 pints of pickled beets. Yum!
… from only 1/4 of my beets. I have 3/4 of my beets still left in my garden. And I’m out of jars.
“Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse,” commanded the Lord, “… and prove me now herewith, … if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it” (Mal. 3:10).
The Old Testament is true. We have no more room. Anyone want some beets?
