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October 2, 2009

Hawthorn Hill: Some end of summer thoughts

Gardeners love to swap information with one another. They also find solace in sharing their woes. It is always comforting to know that one is not alone, that others have suffered through similar setbacks.

It is much more fun to chat about successes. But failures do have their virtues and if one takes a long view of things they can be quite instructive.

The optimistic side of my brain certainly hopes that is the case. My garden notebook is already filling up with next year’s do’s and don’ts.

The clinker is remembering to look at them come spring. I have always been more adept at planning than the more crucial step, carry through.

A close friend has characterized this as the ``summer of the cucumber.’’ By that he means that everybody seemed to have had bumper cucumber crops despite the lousy weather through most of July and August.

That has been the case up here on the hill. Friends and family have walked off with oodles of cucumbers and every time we visit our kids in New York and Boston they get a load of cukes, like it or not.

The only downside to cucumber summer has been the late arrival of a powdery mildew that is gleefully dusting the foliage of quite a few plants. The good news is the harvest is in.

The bad news is that it is an augury of summer’s end and winter’s imminence that is a bit hard to swallow, especially now that we are experiencing the summer we never had.

As I observed to a friend last week, nature always gets its way. Our only option is to roll with her always unpredictable punches.

This summer will certainly be remembered for the late blight that devoured all of our tomatoes.

But the hill archive now includes a notation recording the first ever hill zucchini failure! Several plants produced a fair number of fruits.

The best producers were volunteers sprouting from last year’s crop. Most, however, started out looking pale, maintained their wan miens throughout the summer, despite being fed ample organic nutrient supplements, and ended their lives a few days ago every bit as wimpy as they were several months ago. We have no idea what caused their stunted growth. Next spring we will plant a different variety, one that we have always have had success with.

Perhaps the variety we grew just did not like it here very much. Who knows? As I stated to a gardener friend a few days ago, next summer we will experiment less, both with respect to planting and variety selection, and stick to the basics that have stood us in good stead over the years.

It used to be that I could count on Gabby to ward off all unwanted critters. It has also been the 'summer of the critter.’ Rabbits, moles, and a dazzling array of winged creatures have been dining on our leafiest, most succulent plants. Not quite as peppy as she used to be, Gabby’s dominant activity is passive sightseeing.

She still sits on the deck invoking a sentry-like posture, but if a rabbit scoots across the lawn right in front it merits a yawn at best. She used to love to snoot around for moles and chipmunks, but these days she seems not to have the oomph do more than offer a cursory sniff and then turn to more important matters.

A brief snooze, for instance.

At age ninety-one her indifference is well earned. I know in my heart that we will not walk the gardens together forever. I also know that tomato and zucchini crop failures pale in the face of that timeless reality

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