King-Sized Beds, or Beds Fit for a King

Feeling squirrelly is becoming second nature to us here at Elk Cliff Farm.  I prefer the term eccentric, but squirrelly appeals this time of year because another definition of the term fits.  Karen put up a bucket of yellow peppers today while I, hoping for a late first frost, planted a final patch of October beans (a/k/a dwarf horticultural beans) and worked on a batch of apple jelly.

"Why the yellow fence?" yawns Virginia, saying what I want her to say.  You tell me.

A couple days ago, Karen asked why I didn't plant any zebra tomatoes this year.  Well, I didn't,....

I feel lucky when both tomatoes and pumpkins volunteer. And look here, on the left, I didn't plant any of that New Zealand spinach.

Would you like to see some planned tomatoes and green peppers?

"Those aren't green," says Virginia.

They were supposed to be, and I haven't figured out what happened.  If you know, let me know, would you?

"Ten in a bed, the little one said."

Finally, here's my favorite, late sweet corn.