I've always looked forward to Friday the
13ths. I figure if everyone else is sure they're going to
have bad luck on those days, there must be lots of good luck
floating around looking for a home, and if I focus, it'll stick to
me. Here's a disjointed account of all of my Friday the 13th
good luck.
I discovered that
slices of our Chicago Hardy figs dry quickly and taste
delicious. Yum!
Our curing
rack is now 100% full with winter bounty. I've moved
most of the onions inside to make room for butternuts and sweet
potatoes, and yet some spillover squash still have to cure on the
floor.
I dug out the
blackberries being shaded by the peach and discovered that
the soil left behind has been improved dramatically by five years
of mulch and compost tossed on top of the soil.
Transplanting one of the blackberries out of the shade zone and
into a hole in the lawn reminded me that most of that area is pure
clay with about an inch and a half of slightly-dark topsoil near
the surface. In contrast, the soil in the old blackberry row
is loose and dark for at least five or six inches down.
Thanks, worms!
And, despite the
blight, we're still getting tomatoes! The Crazy (a large
tommy-toe), in particular, barely seems phased by the
fungus. Next time I think it's going to be a blight year, I
should include half a dozen plants of this productive variety in
our garden.
Anything lucky happen
to you on Friday the 13th?