Beset by powdery mildew, perhaps some sort of rust, and lying almost flat on the bed, the tomatillos' time came today. Plant after plant ripped up easily and was dragged out of the garden and flung on the wheelbarrow with roots all facing one way.
For a little bit, I got some help stripping tomatillo mountain (the plants looked as though they could have grown quite a while longer, based on flowering tips and baby fruit) from a couple of kids, [no, no, not the kids -- help from the kids, tomatillos from the plants] but that didn't last long. I couldn't even get my eldest to pretend to come out and help. See if I'm an easy taxi service this week. Hmph.
I'm not sure I can blame them -- there were more than I really wanted to process, especially as the lowering sun felt more and more intense.
I was both relieved and surprised at the amount -- I had hoped to grow enough to put up a year's worth of enchilada sauce as we really like lasagne-style enchiladas, but after making a measly three pints last week, I'd despaired. Looks like there might be enough, after all.
And there are still some more to get out and pick up. Tomorrow will be time enough for that, plus a boatload of other details. That stack of bricks in the first picture would be much nicer put out as the end part of the patio. Maybe I should get some more clover seed, too.
The Garden in May 2013
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