The work on the garage continues. Like an idiot, I've saved the hardest, most demoralizing part for last. I still have a lot of scraping to do on the horrible paint under the eaves.
The roof of this garage (which we do not own) is a
wreck. The wood under the roof is rotten, and seems to be held together by
spiderwebs and habit. Every time to touch it, chunks of wood and
mummified spider carcasses fall on me, landing either in my hair or in
my bra. Scraping the paint off this punky wood is not a task that I relish. It's sweaty, dirty, and a bit soul-crushing.
There are plenty of pleasant things going on at our house. Our infant fig orchard has produced a few fruits. The strawberries are delicious.
Our baby pluot tree is in full fruit. These are amazingly delicious, making up for the complete lack of a plum crop this year. I'm looking forward to seeing this tree mature.
We're also having an absurdly bountiful bean harvest. The yellow roc d'or beans are the size of standard grocery store green beans. The green scarlet runner beans are gigantic. We have to keep picking them, or they got out of control. Robb and I pickled some beans using our tarragon and garlic, this weekend. The green ones turned a rather unappetizing army green color. The yellow ones still look reasonably nice.
So, that's the garden update! If you want to see what other gardeners are up to, click on over to Daphne's blog for the weekly round-up.