Lughnasa Waning Grandchildren Moon
Plucked a couple of potatoes out of the ground for lunch. Swiss chard and tiny green beans, onions, too. Pruned back the wisteria. It has imperial ambitions, take over the space next to it, then the tree and later, the lawn. Cut out yellowed tomato leaves. Not a good year for tomatoes so far, but luckily we still have some 2002 forward in glass jars thanks to Kate. I had to stop while digging out quack grass next to the raised bed that held our onion crop. Felt dizzy, sweating profusely. The heat exhaustion I experienced in June seems to haunt me now.
The onions went from their three day in the sun curing to the garden shed on the old sliding door screen for another month or so before they come inside. The garlic is in 
already. The onions are on their way. The potatoes and squash will make their way into the storage room last. We still have chard and kale to freeze, beans to pick and freeze, tomatoes, carrots and various kinds of lettuce. Soon the raspberries, the golden ones will begin to ripen, the wild grapes, too. The hobby bee keepers say the state fair is the time to extract honey, so we’ll have that operation underway around labor day.
(the potato bed in May)
It’s not been the best gardening year for me, but we’ve still produced good food and we’ve added bees to the mix. Anco impari, as Goya says, “I’m still learning.”
