#infinitezest

TL;DR: Here are some things I'm growing.

Just kidding, it's all pictures. Scroll down, nice and slow. There you go!

My sugar snap peas are so damn tall. I trained a few on the tomato supports (roughly 7 feet tall) and they're still growing. Next year people, there will be a pea trellis. This is a thing I need. (What kind of 30 year old urban lawyer needs a pea trellis?)

Let's take a quick quiz. (1) What month is it? (2) What month do chili peppers grow? Hint, the answer to (2) either rhymes with foggest or remember. Yes, foggest is now a word. Use it when you need to describe someone who irrationally discriminates against fog. Like, that girl didn't take the job in SF because she hated the weather, she's so foggest. Etc.

OK the point is it is not chili pepper season. And yet. AND YET! (What more evidence of global warming do you need?

I think the one above is a padron. I think the one below is pasilla. I really tried to label them this year, I did. But I fear I may have fallen short.

PS Marigolds apparently fend off bugs that eat tomatoes. Savvy!

Especially because, BAM, tomato blossoms are in the works:

Can you spot them? They're a bit camouflaged.

Other triumphs:

Italian bush beans, a new try this year and a resounding success.

Alpine (tiny) strawberries, going into their third year. Little known fact: while some strawberry plants send out runners and make more plants, covering ground like foliage, this kind actual develops extra root bases underground.

I humbly admit I have trouble with these - they tantalize me with reams of blossoms but the fruit often dries out, drags on the ground, or gets eaten by ants before it ripens into something I can enjoy. But I took matters into my own hand and moved one plant into a hung container to see if giving the berries some breathing room would improve the situation. I've eaten 1 very delicious berry produced by this adjustment, so while the sample size isn't much to speak of, the quality affirms.

Summer squash. Will this be green or yellow? I bought one of each but I think one got destroyed by a cutworm, which eats through the little stem so the plant falls over timmmmmber! style. It's not a very nice way to treat a plant. But this one is thriving, with several more blossoms blooming since the photo was taken. Squash for everyone!

My BBG fig tree, looking lively. It's grown about 8 inches since I received it, but it still needs a lover tree to make fruit. Today a guy I used to date mentioned getting a fig tree and letting our trees mate but fig-lovers feels like a creepy thing to share with an ex human-lover.

Sharing lily bulbs with a brother, however, is another story. Straight from a Seattle Costco to my garden. I planted 8. For some reason, three on each side are thriving while one on each side got eaten by a neighbor cat. The indignities I must bear!

This is a grape vine given to me at the height of about 6 inches last spring by a girl who felt bad about moving out earlier than planned. It takes 3 years to grow fruit, so I hear, but the vine is climbing beautifully.

Another harvest! Beans for snacking and stir fry; chili & basil for Thai fried rice.

"Te Occidere Possunt Sed Te Edere Non Possunt Nefas Est"

To myself, "They are able to kill you but ... it is a wrong thing (nefas ... indeclinable weird little noun with all its Latin connotations, not unlike pudor with all its weird Latin-only moral rightness and wrongness heaviness) that they are not able to edo, edere, eat? eat. edible, yes, eat you (direct object). What? What." Gets Latin dictionary, looks up edere. Grunts that reading this book requires two separate dictionaries. "Yes, eat."

Footnote: "They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier."

infinitezest replied to your post: Dear Internet friends,

she had me at large quantities of wine :)

If everyone brings a bottle or two, and then we go to Bearded Lady and seduce the bartenders into rounds of free shots, I think we'll come out ok.

However, I lack proper quantities of wine glasses. It's embarrassing. Maybe for Christmas some generous elf will install this in my apartment and make all my dreams come true:

I love your Tumblr except for the part where it doesn't have a way for me to contact you, that I can see, other than to make my affection public. Let's be friends!

@ me or Ask me or something and let's make it official. :)