Depressed. The garden is mostly dead thanks to the blight. It was lovely and lush and happily growing until the last two weeks of non-stop rain. I've had to rip up all the tomato plants and will need to spend tomorrow digging up the potato plants. If I do not my lovely tubers, which had been growing happily below ground, will start to rot. I will then end up with no tomatoes and no potatoes.
In the interim the slugs have eaten the courgettes, mange tout, peppers and beans to smithereens. There is not much left recognizable. I am really hating England right now and the crappy weather. I don’t see how I’ll be able to deal with this sort of weather indefinitely.
How did people not starve here? Everything dies on the vine. Bleh. I love gardening I find it very soothing normally. Right now I find it depressing and pointless. All the hard work gone because it never stops freaking raining.
Fried green tomatoes are on the menu for tomorrow...