Waiting for vegetables in your own garden for the first time is like having a fondue when you’re starving. First it seems so slow and you think it’ll never come to any satisfaction.
I can tell you, there’s nothing worse than staring at darkbrown soil, waiting for some green stuff to see the sunlight, only to realize that it’s the old boy “Giersch” again. On the other hand you feel supernatural when you descry the first sign of peas or beans or any other vegetable you planted.
We’re so excited, the peas and the beans came out some days ago and already started wrapping themselves around the wooden limbs Thomas has been putting into the ground in especially for that.
The long awaited potatoe plants however are unstoppable now. I’m not exaggerating when I say that some of them are going up to my hips now (and yes, I’m not incredibly long-legged but I’m not a midget either).
Is this normal? While shooting up so fast, do they have enough energy left for millions of subterranean fruit? Or will we have to eat the green with our steak?
Next to all the vegetables are the garden beauties of the month of May: The poppy flowers come back every year and next to them everything looks pale and unimposing.