I opened the garden at 5:50 last evening and soon left to go to collect produce donations at the farmers’ market.
In just my 20 minutes, several intrigued people came by, the adults usually more interested than the children.
When I returned at 15 before 7, Lisa and Bailey and daughter were there. We tried some of the radishes: The regular ones split from the rain like cherry tomatoes, but were good. Of the big ones, one was OK, but the biggest one was riddled with wire worms.
Tuesday when I was there for a moment in time, a man liked our garden but then didn’t think the snow fence was so attractive, but I said well, it was recycled and was practical.
Dick today at Johnnies told me that one day this week when he was there, an older woman, an experienced gardener, informed him the collards were ready and should be harvested now, lest they get old and tough.