
What a week. It has
not rained much in 10 days. We had a great crew of CS volunteers who moved
mountains in time for the OTENA Tour on Sunday. I have already canned some tomatillo salsas
and beans and will start canning tomatoes and pickles this week. We’re already saving seeds and I’ve started
some trays of lettuce and beets for our Fall season. We’ll take a slight breath before preparing
for out next big project: a water line.
The ground is so dry where we have not watered that deep
cracks are forming in the crust. Some of
melons are collapsing. Of course, when
it is super hot like it was last week, fruiting plants (like tomatoes and
peppers) drop their flowers (and thus, don’t fruit). We will have to encourage more flowering to
get more fruit. I sometimes cheat with
Miracle Gro’s Bloom Buster. It works
with flowers (which is how I got our flowers and roses to look so spectacular
for the OTENA Tour). Desperate times for
call for desperate measures. It has been so
dry for so long that our tanks ran dry over the weekend. I was freaked, but que sera sera. We received
a wee bit of rain on Tuesday and it was enough to fill 2/3 of the big
tank. That’s enough to get us to Friday,
when we are supposed to get almost an inch (followed by ¾ inch on Saturday). When we have a long, hot spell like last week,
the skins of our tomatoes also thicken, making them susceptible to splitting
skins when followed with a heavy rain, like is expected this weekend. Uneven watering can also contribute to
blossom-end rot.



Amy and Sabrina arrived early to help spruce up the Garden
as well. They both weeded and pruned
quite a bit. We ran out of water on
Friday night (so Carly told me) and so Sabrina and I brought buckets of
water. Sadly, I hit my brakes one my way
and about five gallons gushed onto my car floor and in the trunk. It still smells. Sigh.
When I told the rest of the gardeners on Tuesday that we had received
enough rain to get us through until Friday, Ken reminded me that he could have
replaced the big tank spicket (which is leaking) if I had told him earlier that
it had been empty. Duh! I should have thought of that. I was a bit distracted.

There was a miracle of sorts on Stoddart Avenue when I
arrived on Saturday. As you know, we
have a number of vacant lots on Stoddart, although not as many as we used to
have. Vacant lots typically mean
shoulder-high grass. A few of our neighbors, including Urban Connections and
Andy Buss, mow some of the vacant lots in order to improve the appearance and
safety of the neighborhood. On Saturday,
every single vacant lot had been mowed.
There was nothing but short grass up and down Stoddart Avenue. It was a miracle (and reflected an enormous
amount of work). A bunch of people cared
enough to clean up the neighborhood before the OTENA tour because they knew
several hundred visitors would be travelling up and down the street.

For the pre-tour on Saturday evening (with the OTENA Board
and homeowners), it was scorching hot with brutal sunshine. The first three stops were along the
Conservatory and then it was a several block hike to Fairwood. At that point, only me, a couple homeowners
and the OTNEA Board walked the block to the SACG. The rest skipped us and went to the next stop
(which, was air conditioned). They had
spent the day cleaning up their homes and yards and were too tired to
stop. Sigh. But, OTENA gave us a nice gift basket, which
I shared with the volunteers the next day.
When Sunday arrived, I brought more buckets of water over to
refresh the flowers (which were wilting in the heat). I also set up a table for refreshments (pink
lemonade) and literature about the SACG and opportunities to volunteer or
register for a plot. It was hot and
humid, but very cloudy (which made it more bearable than Saturday). Cathy made the very best mint iced tea
ever. She brought it over just before 3
(along with a gallon thermos of ice water)
and it was extremely refreshing.
I pushed it to the visitors (who would roll their eyes). But as soon as they tasted it, their eyes
would widen because they realized that I was NOT overselling how good that tea
was. Everyone was asking for the recipe,
but I did not know. Cathy tells me that
when she pours the hot water over the tea bags and sugar, she also added a few
branches of mint from the SACG and let it steep with the tea for no more than
10 minutes (or it becomes bitter). She also created and posted some very cute signs reminding our visitors to stay on the wood chip path, because they always seem to wonder into Alyssa's plot to get a closer look at her massive sunflower.
I also brought the extremely cute tri-fold board that Rayna made for us in 2010 which happily showed what the SACG looked like before we broke ground and in our very early years, before the trellis and picket fence, etc. As I drove up with it, Ms. Jeannie was coming back from church down the alley all dressed up. I stopped her and showed her the poster and photos of her from our first two years breaking ground, spreading compost and wood chips and picking strawberries with her granddaughter.


We continued to have visitors even after the OTENA tour
concluded. We also had a few neighbors stop by to ask how it went and some to ask
why all these people were walking up and down the street reading
pamphlets. Cathy came back to help us
back up (and to retrieve her thermoses).
Luckily, she arrived late enough for me to dump my lemonade on top of
the bare spot and to pour some of her leftover tea into my thermos to take
home. Sabrina then invited me to a
cookout at her home. By the time I
arrived home and unpacked everything, it was 9 p.m.


It never stops.
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