Today I did a bit of rearranging after yesterday’s initial raised-bed gardening effort. I mixed up the combinations between the two larger raised beds, in an experiment to see what takes and what might not. Some plants–butter lettuce, broccoli, brussel sprouts, romaine–are grouped together in the 1st planter which lives in a shadier knook that does not get the hot afternoon sun.
Little Italy, the 2nd raised bed, is no longer little Italy because I moved some of the basil and a Roma tomato plant to a separate pot, along with a couple cilantro, butter lettuce and sage starters. I want to see how one tended-to spot compares to another. It’s all completely random, without logic and lacking research, really.
What’s left in the former little Italy? Four basil starters, six tomato plants, along with some Boston lettuce and three cilantro. Why so many tomato plants? I don’t know, except that my dad used to grow tomatos. Watching him spray the plants with water from a hose while he was perched in his wheelchair, filled my heart. Although, of the ten plus years since his death I’ve attempted to plant tomatos four of those years and only produced a yield in one. But there’s no reason to give up. Ever, really. I love homegrown tomatos, and my dad, way too much to surrender.
Now all I have to do is figure out how to fertilely plant four spaghetti and four butternut squash. Eight lovely sprigs in total, just waiting to get to know the landscape. Both of these squash varieties are my favorite. There’s nothing like spaghetti squash with your favorite marinara, or homemade butternut squash soup in the fall.