Let me begin by say, yes, it has been over a month since I've written about my garden. Mostly this has been due to a heavy travel schedule -- with trips to New York City (where I discovered the fabulous Union Square Farmers Market) and to Hawaii's Big Island (see the Fairmont Orchid post, the first of many from an island that is truly an agricultural paradise). This has limited the tales from my own garden but there is one that I have been meaning to tell as pretty much sums up the summer:
As you may recall from my August 26 blog post, my attempts to grow corn were thwarted by the community garden's resident squirrel. After that post, I discovered one stalk he hadn't attacked. I thought maybe he was unable to get to it because it was in the very middle of the bed and surrounded by basil, lettuce and arugula. That stalk continued to grow and, ultimately, bore two big fat ears of corn that I discovered upon my return from New York.
I noted the ears and then, in what would be a fateful decision, decided to go home and check first to make sure I was harvesting at the perfect moment. My research said, yes, it was time so I went back to the garden and just as I did what did I see but that rascally little squirrel running away from my plot with a big fat piece of corn in his hand. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he had WAITED until I came back to take off with my corn, mocking me the entire time. This photo is of the defiled corn stalk. It even looks like a crime scene, doesn't it?