Tales from Easement Acres
Last week we had an unexpected Wisconsin revisit. This time, it was under less jovial terms, as Liz’s grandfather had passed. Godspeed on your journey, Mr. Hintz.
As for our own far less spiritual journey, we opted to pass through Chicago this time. While most likely a benign experience for locals, I enjoyed it, and made note of landmark buildings.
–Simon
I was picking tomatoes, as I’ve been know to do, and recoiled at this unpleasant sight:
It looks like it had an aborted twin. Yuck. Naturally, I took to the Internet for information. Unfortunately, the seconds I spent on this avenue of research did not yield any scientific articles on this phenomenon (Google thought I wanted to know about tomatoes being used in cancer research), but I did successfully establish the commonality of this scenario among gardeners. One gentleman had posted this:
He even went so far as to make it an annual event, and posts the winning tomato’s picture from his self-hosted contest. Funny people, bloggers.
But all I could think about was the “I’m a tumor I’m a tumor” song.
–Simon
I noted recently that my jalapeño has a guardian. Then, while making my regular rounds, I noticed that my mustard plant too has one of these garden sprites.
Its not very big, and I had to fight my phone’s auto-focus to get that picture, and by then it was growing weary of my presence and had started to crawl away. Hopefully he’s off to eat mosquitoes.
–Simon
Who doesn’t like a fuzzy little caterpillar, even if they might have small amounts of toxin in their barbs? I noticed this on my rain barrel as I was tending to my pumpkins:
It would appear to be an American dagger moth. I reviewed a number of sites, but the general consensus is that it’s pretty benign, content to simply munch on a few tree leaves. Very well, young moth. You may stay, but I shall not extend such courtesies to your hornworm cousins.
–Simon
We’re starting to get more tomatoes. Granted many of them are because we cheated and bought plants, but it makes a good opportunity to try some new varieties.
Yellow Boy: Sweeter and less acidic
Black Prince: Mediocre and they tend to rot on the vine
Indigo Rose: Somewhere between a cherry tomato and a typical Big Boy, both in terms of size and taste
Pink Girl: I like this one the best so far–sweet and with a nice soft texture (sort of awkwardly validating its name I suppose)
Mr. Stripey: Haven’t tried it yet, but it looks pretty:
And, we received our first pear tomatoes, and these are genuine grown-from-seed heirlooms. They remain high on my personal preference.
Even the little princess enjoys humbling herself to do a little gardening. I take advantage of those youthful eyes to find what my aging ones miss. Here she is looking over the Black Prince (there’s a joke in there somewhere):
–Simon