Beer Garden.



We had a new development in John's garden today: a moose stuck his head through the remay and ate two of our broccoli plants. I didn't see if it was a him or a her, but I refer to all offending animals as hims. John noted that it was the part outside the garden that is only covered in remay and has no orange rope. You know he will have one installed soon to deter any moose hankering for our broccoli.



Meanwhile, the rest of the garden and the greenhouse are thriving! We have lots of big green tomatoes in the greenhouse. By the middle of August we should get some ripe tomatoes. Remember that we planted them late and that raising tomatoes in Alaska is as difficult as keeping a good tan.



In the garden our protected batch of broccoli, collard greens, etc. are the garden equivalent of being born with a silver spoon in the mouth. Nowhere are there more pampered plants than in John's garden.



Here's the zucchini that John plans to pick tomorrow. It is a big event that I have heard is approaching for several days now. John spends hours each day fire blasting weeds, spreading out grass clippings, cultivating the dirt with his fingers instead of with a tool so he can better feel the roots, and gazing lovingly at all his babies. I do my share also. I weed a row here and there, but, most importantly, I walk the rows gathering up these:



This is definitely a beer garden.