Fall crops grow beautifully and swiftly in their haphazard rows.
The spring crops that I painstakingly place inches apart in the early cool of spring take awhile to germinate in the cold and then go to seed when summer decides to come on strong. When those very same seeds are planted in late July or early August they germinate quickly from the warm soil, ample water and light. Then the nights become brisk and they soak up the cooling temperatures and thrive, which is why they are called cold crops!
Of course I have all the energy in the world in April. By then I have been dreaming of my garden for many months and am ridiculously excited to break ground. By late summer we are getting tired of weeding and daily waterings and bugs so fall crops look more like mosaic puzzles than long tidy rows of food.
I had one bed pretty clear from the spring crops so I roughed it up with the hoe and planted-or rather, kind of threw in- a bunch of seeds. Carrots, spinach, lettuce, peas, cabbage, and radishes came up with the colors of early spring with no help from me. I forgot to water the seeds several times. And yet they surprised me with their delicious arrival.
There are still tomatoes and other delicious summer crops in the garden. The weather speaks of a freeze coming Monday.
Seeds and plants want to grow. They are hard wired to do so. As an experiment when the flea beetles came to town to chow down the cruciferous crops, I left a few of the broccoli and others to see what would happen. I think we will have broccoli cheese soup tonight. This garden has been a lovely experiment this year, one I allowed myself to do being in a new climate and a new place with un-amended soil. Amazing. Plants never fail to thrill me. I think I will have radishes for breakfast.