The tomato what?

Welcome to the Jungle, baby…

This season I planted NOTHING in the grome. The kale (not visually featured here) all wintered over, testament to the power of the growing dome.

The tomatoes are self seeding, zero weeding, run amok in the loveliest way possible (for the effort I put in. Would I like more tomatoes? Sure. Do I deserve them, absolutely NOT!)

With the personal tumult this spring, what with a surprise exit from Bowdoin and Harpswell, almost taking a job in central PA, finding local year round full time work (soon to realize in a relatively toxic environment, not surprisingly) I didn’t want to start things I wouldn’t be able to follow through on.

Flash back, in late June we had two back to back days in the mid nineties. Yah, I was dismayed, was convinced the well would run dry etc. Turns out, we didn’t hit those temps again all summer, and until mid August, had weekly rain.

It was hot, it wasn’t wet, but it didn’t matter as I focused on work and motorcycles. To say I let the grome lie fallow, as one would infer from the above photos, is completely accurate as plenty happened. Largely of its own accord, again, blatant testimony of the isolated biosphere with in. I watered occasionally, but draining rain barrels, not stressing the well.

My neighbor’s recently drilled well, 260 feet, which isn’t that deep, but about 25 times deeper than mine. I’m curious what that translates to price wise. Apparently the casing (those “pipes” that line the well) is very expensive right now.

Back to barrowing the resplit at a gentle clip. This weather is reminding me of life on the west coast, and partly why I didn’t stay. Sure, it’s beautiful, but it’s practically boring….