Well, every year about this time this little ditty of an island saying has to be put to test because this is when the garden, while up til now has been controllable, is now getting the edge on us. Initially, once we were familiar with Wisconsin growing, we started planting certain plants farther away from each other as a way of controlling, or at least viewing the action in the garden.
In other words, as long as we could walk down the rows or see down them it was if we were in control of "tings". The weeds could be removed because they were visible, crops could be harvested as they too were within reach, even if we had to strain a touch---the long grab if you will.
Still, every year there is a time when the vegetation just gets going and vegetables begin seeing themselves as a developing jungle. To weed becomes an event that requires a machete, knee pads, night vision goggles and hand gun.
The tomatoes are now pushing 6 feet in height. The ground dwellers (no cage) cover an area about the size of a small football field. The fruit is in there in great droves but to penetrate the morass is an adventure fit for Stanley or Shackleton. Nothing short of a 2 bushel tucker bag will do because once we are in there, it is imperative to maximize the stay.
Maybe I am exaggerating but the point is we are no longer in control of "Tings". The good part is we have great tonnage of vegetative swag. It is looking like a good year if we can just find the stuff.
