Posted by Loulou on Sep 24, 2015 | 10 comments

Well, mama is a bit sad because today she picked one of her last tomatoes and just look at the difference between her little pipsqueak and the last of her neighbor’s jewels.

And not only that, it’s time to pull up most of the exhausted plants in the garden and where will I snooze? In the asparagus plants? No way, Jose, because I would itch all day and all night the way anthros do when they touch those frilly fronds. Who’d ever think that lovely slim spears will come up in the spring to grace an omelette?

And this is the stuff she’s putting on the dirt where, excuse me, I happen to like to dig! I mean have you ever had to dig in HORSE MANURE? Well, it better be worth it for the fava beans that are going in just as soon as the moon is full and then waning, which is what our Catalan neighbor advises and mama listens to him. Here is HIS garden, still bursting with everything imaginable, including some pretty amazing lettuces that are going to his chickens.

That’s some salad patch!

Well, he gives us some, too, and now mama is going to turn those big green ugly things he gave her into jelly to go with manchego…num, num.

I wince at quince!

And her jelly jars arrived so the hot pepper stuff is on the march, too.

But there is the last rose of summer, valiantly blooming for us, and frankly, I’m looking forward to seeing what’s going to be planted in that horsy stuff besides fava beans.

At least she didn’t bring Pomponette into the garden to…well…you know.

“Hey, I’m better than that bought stuff!  Why do you think your neighbor’s garden is so incredible? Yeah, that was MY doing!”

“Oh, Pomponette, take a hike!”

As for me, I’m taking a nap…