The garden this year has been a sort of controlled "Let's see what happend when I do this!" Here are the main contenders:
Somdewhere, there is a picture of two bags of this stuff, gutted open, and planted. I decided that eight openings on the ground was easier.
Interestingly, the lettuce leaves here are darker than the ones that took in the garden bed.
Tomatoes. I had given up on ever growing decent tomatoes; I gather there's something in the soil that races up the vine to see how many fruit it can kill before they are ready to be picked. So, when a random plant sprouted in the corner of the garden bed, I thought "OK, let's see what happens."
There is a clutch of seven tomatoes hiding in the middle of the bush. Plus six or more green ones of various sizes. Not to mention the four I have sitting in the kitchen.
They are all roughly the size you see me holding here (pretty close to actual scale!):
One woud think that, in the middle of small garden in a small town in Pennsyltucky (or Pretzelvania, if you prefer), we would be immune from gender self-identification type issues. But, no...
It seems that Basil has decided to identify as a strawberry.
Even more discouraging, one of the Romaine offspring has chosen to identify as a common weed, and go sprout in a crack in the sidewalk.
There's no talking sense to either of them.
I fear that neither will grow to be happy.
