It’s fall.
Last weekend, I picked all the beet greens out of the back, pulled the weeds, and spread compost over the beds. All that’s left in the back is rhubarb, though I’m tempted to put some garlic in.
I also picked the remaining green tomatoes and pulled the plants. One is starting to turn yellow, so I imagine we’ll get a few more. The basil got dug up and potted along with two volunteer dill (or possibly fennel) seedlings. I haven’t tried that before so I’m not sure how long it’ll last, but it seemed worth a shot to have fresh basil for a while longer. I haven’t pulled the last of the fennel plants; I’m waiting for them to finish producing seeds.
The radishes seem happy, but like the beets don’t seem to be making roots. Unlike the beets, their leaves don’t taste good. Some lettuce/mesclun has come up, and if the weather keeps cooperating, we’ll have salad for a little bit longer. Definitely have to remember to try a fall crop again next year.
Still waiting for my bell peppers to change color. If the plant hadn’t been eaten twice, I’m sure we’d have had a few peppers by now.
The mint is already spreading like crazy; I’m very proud of it. At this rate and assuming it survives the winter, weeds are going to be much less of a problem in the front planter. I also transplanted one of the chive plants over there, and left the other one in its pot, for transplanting next spring if it’s alive.
And one of our neighbors is apparently digging up everything in his yard that isn’t native and selling them this weekend. On one hand, I admire that and would like to do the same thing. On the other hand, I’m hoping he has some hostas to get rid of. Maybe if I put them in the planter, rabbits won’t hop up there and eat them.