…as attack broccoli, I think I may have planted it. Having built raised beds, I was a bit behind in my plantings this year, so I purchased some plants from the local store. The organic broccoli I purchased, is apparently much quicker to make the florets than our past broccoli plants. Add to that the fact that I did not notice that some of the little seedling pods in the pack of six seedlings actually contained more than one broccoli plant, and you may have well reached the conclusion I have reached myself. In about a week and a half to two weeks, I am going to be blessed with far more broccoli than a family can eat in one week.
It is a good thing I am fond of sharing the bounty of my gardens with friends, people at work (when I have a job), and strangers. OH, I also failed to mention that one of the Brussel Sprout seedling bunches had a rogue broccoli of another sort included. When I noticed, I ripped the little…well…rather larger than little…plant away from the sprouts with which it came, and transplanted it to the broccoli bed between the spinach and the golden beets. When I saw its large and juicy leaves turn to withered piles of once green, I figured I had murdered the little thing. Luckily, I pinched off the withered larger leaves, and the sweet little leaves on the inside of the plant seem prepared to take over and help the wee broccoli florets get to a slightly larger size.
Of course, the broccoli plants next to the beets are overshadowing the beets and the garlic and now the rogue broccoli plant which already flowered! The little beast. I have no idea what sort of broccoli flowers when the florets are only an inch or so, but apparently rogue broccoli which is ripped away from its Brussel sprout buddies does not seem to follow the rules of otherwise well behaved broccoli.
Today I picked two of the killer broccoli heads to hand off to a friend of the spouse who came to visit. I also foisted upon him a small red radish. These radishes are not for me. Too spicy. So foisting them upon folks who come to visit seems like a good way to make sure they get eaten when my papa does not tuck in as voraciously as I would like.
In case you have not noticed, I am rather grateful for my garden. I am not so grateful for the wildflower seeds which did not take hold and keep the overwhelming grasses from infiltrating the hillside. That is something upon which I will have to work harder. Perhaps next year.
I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.