Squash ICU

I had dinner with my friend Anne last Thursday, during which our conversation turned to squash – a disturbingly normal conversation amongst middle-aged folk, I’m finding. Apparently her squash (and her neighbors’ as well) were suffering from mildew and borers.  I was honestly surprised to hear this, since mine appeared healthy and strong.

Then wouldn’t you know it?  Two days later, my squash leaves start showing signs of mildew.  It’s such an ugly little disease, and nearly impossible to contain in the late stages.  However, mine was still pretty minor, so I just cut away the infected leaves and sprayed the remaining leaves with soapy water. [I read that mildew does not like high pH conditions, and the soap also deters leave-munching insects.] And just as they did after the recent storm damage, the plants simply grew new healthy leaves.  I’m still amazed by this! I’m continuing to watch for mildew and spray the leaves daily with soapy water.  So far, so good.  Plus the soap has left the leaves so nice and shiny.   Still, I’ve got them on my critical list and will watch them day and night.  Who would have thought that gardening would be so demanding?

My other surprise was in the tomato bed.  I planted Romas and Better Boys (or Bigger Boys or Bob’s Big Boy) and was thrilled to see a cluster start to turn deep red this early in the season.  But they were so sad and small.  I looked closer and found the tag I so brilliantly thought to bury next to the plant.  Black Cherry.  I’d completely forgotten I’d planted a third variety.What a happy find!  I snagged a warm one off the vine and popped it in my mouth.  Nirvana.

There’s not much else going on in the yard.  The temps are back near 100 this week, but should drop down into the 80s this weekend.  I am going to force myself away from my art project and finally clean up the perennial garden.  My neighbor’s son should come around next week to cut down all the fallen trees in my back yard, so all will be back to “normal”.

4 thoughts on “Squash ICU

  1. Tending to a garden is like tending to kids. Work, work, work, worry, worry, worry, with short bursts of enjoyment thrown in, ha!

  2. And all that worry for SQUASH! My maters don’t give me such grief – and they’re yummy. No wonder they’re my favorite “kids”.

    1. That’s fabulous, Amanda! So nice to know it’s a universal summertime topic, and not reserved for us 40-somethings.

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