Did you ever think about how much waiting gardeners do?
I’m currently waiting for my sweet corn ears to fill out. I’ve spent less time obsessing over the corn this year, except for that one day when I determined it was planted to close together and I cut out nearly two-thirds of what I had planted.
I’m seeing several good sized ears starting to form so the extra breathing room seems to have helped the corn. Now I’m waiting for them to be ready to eat.
I’m waiting for the grapes to ripen.
I’m not taking any measures to keep the birds off the grapes; I’m just hoping there are enough grapes for them and me. These are ‘Concords’, perfect for jelly, jam, and grape pie, so I’m telling all the people I know who might cook something with these that I’m going to have plenty of grapes this year. Hint, hint, in case one of them will make me something with them.
I’m waiting for some rain.
I’m sure I’m not waiting as desparately as these coneflowers are. I think of them as drought tolerant but they sure are droopy by the end of the day. Other flowers look even worse than these. The weathermen are teasing again with “chances of severe thunderstorms” later tonight. I hope we get some storms!
I’m waiting to catch a rabbit.
The trap is set right between two rows of beans. I’m hoping that if a rabbit goes down that row eating he’ll accidently go through the trap and SLAM! – I’ll catch a rabbit. And when I do, I’m going to make sure to secure the ends so he doesn’t escape again.
I’m waiting for my first ripe tomato.
I’ve had a few ripe cherry tomatoes, but I don’t count them as the first ripe tomato of the season. I think I might be the last one I know to have a tomato ripen, which is almost embarrassing. But when I check my garden records, I probably shouldn’t expect a ripe tomato until this weekend at the earliest. Surely, I’ll have a ripe tomato by this time next week.
And I’m waiting for the night-blooming cereus to bloom.
I thought for sure it would bloom tonight and so I rushed home from work (if you call getting to work at 7:00 a.m. and returning home at 6:00 p.m. “rushing”) to see if it was starting to open. But it hasn’t and if it was going to bloom tonight, it would have started to open by 6:00, if is like last year’s bloom.
Wait a minute… I need to go check it just to be sure…
I’m back… it is still like the picture, so I have another day to wait. At least I have experience with this bloom now and don’t have to worry that I’ll go to bed and it will bloom while I’m asleep so that I miss it. Perhaps tomorrow it will bloom.
The old saying is “good things come to those who wait”. I’ve gotten some good things from the garden already from waiting. Sunday’s harvest included cucumbers, zucchini squash (four kinds), another big bowl of green beans, peppers, and the first spaghetti squash.
What are you waiting for in your garden?
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting. ~Dr. Seuss