Holy canoli, my garden is growing.
I have found the answer to whether my passion flower vine is one which will produce fruit.
It is apparently producing fruit right now! I went out there this weekend to check on things — I hadn’t in a while; April has been busier than usual this year — and I actually squealed with delight! Check that out! And there are LOTS of them, in various sizes, all over the vine!
Then I went over to check out the new strawberry plants. You know, the ones we planted just a few days ago and that already had baby strawberries in their first blush of color hiding under their leaves. Apparently they weren’t hiding well enough, because the berries are gone. Stolen. I’m blaming the birds and squirrels. Probably the same ones that ransacked my first strawberry patch when I was a preschooler. My own preschooler was ticked off. Grumble, grumble…
But then I was mollified by the blackberry bush, which has replaced many of its lovely white blossoms WITH BLACKBERRIES! Woo-hoo! My Saturday morning just kept getting better.
Now if I could just grow and harvest those before the wildlife finds them, I’ll be a happy little gardener. But I know how things go, and it’s going to be a game of chicken.
Fortunately, that stupid fig tree which was supposed to be sugar figs but which is actually a variety of fruit I can’t stand, and which has (against all odds and my own spiteful neglect) thrived for years, producing three harvest seasons annually, is close to the other fruit plants and is much larger, so maybe the critters will gorge themselves on tingly green figs and leave all the good stuff for the humans wot planted it.
The bougainvillea I repotted from the little hanging baskets seems to be doing well.
The roses are coming up…well, you know.
And that exotic pumpkin vine (or so we assume it is, since it just sort of sprouted spontaneously a few months after our exotic pumpkin display went the way of the ghost) continues to assert its dominance in the space under the Chinese tallow trees.
I was so inspired when we dashed out to the garden store Saturday afternoon, I actually bought a pot of fuschias on a whim, just because they looked cool.
I got them home, and good heavens, they like SHADE! How could I be so lucky? Maybe this spring and summer the garden will thrive, thrive, thrive.
Hope springs eternal. Especially when you keep it watered and weeded and fertilized properly. Ah there, Salvador!
(For a little backstory on the love-hate relationship I have with my garden, please click here. And then here.)