...the day for gardeners who overwater, underwater, maim, prune or otherwise neglect their plants to a state of dismal droopage or untimely death. This is the day for gardeners like me with black thumbs who kill more than they cultivate, for cadmium-green-thumbed gardeners who have a lapse in judgment and commit accidental planticide, and for any poor soul whose plants fall victim to that fickle mother who controls us all - Mother Nature.
She's mighty impressive that way, isn't she. Kate, too, of course.
My first GBDD for the season is one by choice. Things haven't been in the ground long enough to die on me yet, however all of my radishes bolted, so I suppose that would count as well, but this edition will focus on the onions I had to pull to make room for some more tomatoes that had to get in the ground.
21 whole POUNDS of onions that had to leave the ground. They had all bolted, so there weren't any large bulbs, but I was still able to chop them up and freeze them for use in cooked dishes. I don't have any for fresh storage, but over all, it was still more successful than last year, so I can't complain.
Then there was this one who wouldn't give up the ghost.
He obviously doesn't understand he's already bolted and won't grow any larger. See where the leaves are shorn off? I grabbed it and when it wouldn't come out I braced my feet on the bed and kept pulling until the leaves just tore right off...and I punched myself in the eye and fell on my butt.
Nice. Looks like he's staying until I meander out there with a shovel and a blowtorch. We'll see who's boss, then.
Head on over to Kate's and see how she did this month!