Friday, July 14, 9:30 AM. Amy.

I spent the cool hours of the morning preparing our autumn garden. I’d better write down what I planted for future reference. I hate this time of year. The mosquitoes are bad and it’s sweltering by mid-morning.

I planted:

bush beans

carbanaro tomatoes

grape tomatoes

eggplants (yuck, but at least they should grow)

carrots

chard

turnips

radishes

beets

okra

bell peppers

jalapeños

serranos

yellow onions

autumn crisp lettuce

endives

broccoli

yellow squash

acorn squash

butternut squash

pumpkins

zucchini

It’s a pretty big plot, and if things turn out we should have ample fresh food all year. I planted blackberries around the plot hoping it will form some kind of hedge against critters. We’ll see. I also planted grapes and raspberries but I’m not optimistic.

I think we’ll run into town in a bit. Trevor has been bugging me all morning that there’s something he needs to do in town. He won’t tell me what. “I don’t know!” he says, with a pained expression, bouncing like he needs to use the bathroom. “I just know there’s something I have to find.” “Well what is it?” I ask him. “I…I can’t remember!” he replies, “but I’ll know when we get there.” It doesn’t make sense, but I want to pick up some lumber from town, so we might as well go.

Garrett and Claire say they want to go too. It’s been a long time since we’ve had an outing. It’ll be good for us.