There are very rare occasions where taking the trash to the curb is my chore. (<Insert three cheers for Kenny here>.) This means that I rarely visit one side of my house – no real reason to if I am not schlepping the trash cans and recycling bins out front.
I am on trash duty this week, and, it seems we are growing “grape leaf anemones” over there. And they are HUGE! Like literally take over the entire walkway, so you can’t navigate easily to the front.
Oh, and one more thing – bees love ’em. Which I didn’t know until I was in the middle of this jungle:
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…and subsequently had to run like Vada Sultenfuss in My Girl. Only I am much, much older, way less fit and was carrying a container full of glass recyclables. I am not allergic to bees, but that doesn’t mean I like them or would be OK with a sting. So I ran. Yes, with a container of glass. And given that I am extremely self-conscious and – don’t forget – clumsy, this was potentially a bad scene waiting to happen.
Luckily, I made it through without falling or screaming or cursing. The only real bad part? The potential that the neighbors saw me kind of flailing my arms / glass-filled recyclable bin while running and furiously shaking my head to keep the bees away. I am quite sure Kenny’s trash escapades are never this adventurous.
Of course, I had so much fun that I went inside, grabbed my camera and took a few pictures of the flowers and bees. 🙂
Seriously, this is getting crazy! We are smothered in figs with still more on the tree. LOL!
And, based on some information from my sister-in-law, I fear that our fig tree is just a young one. See, she recently met her neighbor out back who was picking figs from her own fig trees. She had over 100, and apparently one of her trees is as tall as her house. Hmmm. I think my stool+fence scaffolding will be *slightly* less effective if that ours grows that tall. On the positive side, if I had over 100 figs, I could actually make “Bridget’s Fantastic Figgies” a reality and set up shop at one of the local farmer’s markets. I think I’d just look to unload them whole vs. learning how to make preserves and can them. Haha.
So, it turns out I should have researched “vegetable plant size” before I willy-nilly shoved a bunch o’ veggies in the beds next to my house. But had I done that this blog about broccoli might have been rather boring. Really though, it’s still a blog about growing broccoli in Portland, so chances are it’s going to be sort of boring – but I hope you will find the pictures funny.
Let’s start down the path of how cute the broccoli plants were when Grace and I brought them home and planted them:
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Cute, right? They look innocent enough.
Now here they are two weeks later on May 28:
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And then on June 3. Hmmm. These babies are getting big.
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Here they are on June 17 – the first time I’d seen them in over a week because I was traveling for work. Uh…
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July 3 – dear heavens! These things are huge! I had no clue (obviously!) just how big they would get. And I still haven’t seen actual broccoli…
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Until now – ta da! Some broccoli!
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Once the broccoli sprouted, it came in pretty quick. On Thursday, we were able to cut bunches from five of our seven plants!
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I think I waited just a tiny bit too long to cut them – the buds seems a little bigger than might be ideal. But it’s still pretty tasty. Off to find a recipe to use it in for dinner this weekend. Let me know if you have any suggestions below.