Our soil is still really awful, so things still aren't doing as well as I would like. One of our friends described the soil here as "rock flour", and that's exactly what it is (a result of glacier movement over this area during the ice age). It's extremely fine, but it doesn't clump together like clay, so when you first dig it, it looks deceivingly rich and light, but a few days without rain and it reverts to its powdery form and blows away in the wind. It drains well enough, but there's almost no organic material in it, so whatever water it absorbs, it doesn't hold on to for very long. We amended it as much as we could this spring with horse manure, coconut husks, and compost, but it wasn't nearly enough. I'm madly composting piles of veggie scraps with chicken litter and seaweed that I've collected on the beach, so next year it will get another much-needed boost.
We had the hottest summer on record this year (Vancouver broke its all-time heat record one day [33.8 C] and then broke that record again the next day [34.4 C]). We got to 39 degrees celcius (102 F) in the shade here at our place, which is unheard of on the coast (we're higher up and farther from the water than much of the surrounding area, so we tend to get hotter summers and colder winters). We've also gotten less rainfall since April than ever before - our usually rainy spring was eerily dry. These extremes hindered many of the plants in the garden, but at least the eggplants are happy:
My favorite Dusky eggplants do well even during a cool summer, so they're going gangbusters with the heat. I picked the above two on the weekend, and there are 8 more on the the two plants outside. It's time to grill some eggplant.
The tomatoes aren't doing very well, but I am getting a few a week. This is my first year growing the Nebraska Wedding variety, and they seem to be happy. I'm looking forward to getting my first taste of these orange beauties.
I had to smile this morning when I went to the garden and saw this fresh pile of deer droppings...on the outside of the garden fence.
I hate being outsmarted by things that don't even have opposable thumbs.