Lately I have been having conversations in my head that sound a little bit like the movie Rocky–any sports movie ever made, really–telling me to push it for just a little bit longer, just a little bit harder. The finish line is just ahead. It’s all a lie, really; there is no finish line–after the last sale comes more planting out of the various gardens; weeding and pest control; harvesting; canning, cooking, freezing; succession planting, to keep us in spinach and lettuce when the snow starts to fall; and then planning for the next year. Fortunately I’m gullible, and it’s more or less keeping me going.
We can almost see the end of this sale, however–Saturday will be our final day. We expect people to trickle in for the next week or two, hoping for replacements for the kale that went down to flea beetles, or wanting to squeeze in one more tomato, and we will be able to accommodate a little of that; but for the most part we will be planting whatever’s left into our own gardens. Let’s just say it will be known as The Year of the Collards.
A few things are done, done, done. Adios to the sungolds and sweet millions, slicing cukes and chamomile. Who knew king of the north peppers would be so popular? And the chard 4-packs and all lettuce were looking tired of living in a pot, so we relocated them to better homes. For a complete list of out-of-stocks, plus a few running-lows, click on the tab that says “Plants” above; it’s formatted a little oddly, but–see paragraph one–I’m a little tired.