Photography is not one of my strengths. I wish I were good at it, and had an extremely fancy camera, and understood the minutia of f-stops and lighting ratios. It would really help me express what I’m trying to convey in these not-so-amazing photos: we have a lot of very beautiful plants!
Maybe if we had one of those fish-eye lenses that real estate people use to convince you that the bathroom is huge, when in reality your knees hit the wall every time you use the toilet. That would be helpful.
We are absolutely feeling the crunch in the buildup to the big sale on Saturday. This morning, three of us spent almost four hours putting labels on pots, and we only got through about a quarter of them. There are still plants to uppot, flyers to hand out, and getting everything to fit is like an extremely complicated game of Tetris. Every now and then we remember about our own garden, and how we still have hundreds of onions to put in the ground…and then we squish those thoughts down as far as we can for one more week.
The good news is that all of the tomatoes and peppers are now individually labeled. We have a great system for keeping track of which plants are which–it involves strips of yogurt containers, sharpies and arrows–but when things start getting moved around, those plants start looking pretty interchangeable. Now we can feel confident that your little tomato plant will actually be a Sungold–or Cherokee Purple, or Paul Robeson, or San Marzano, or Amish Paste…