It is to weep

 

The tomatoes are toast. Sadly, not the kind that also has sardines and is delicious. The kind that has fungus that's spread to all five plants and is rotting everything out from the inside. I am...devastated is probably overstating it, but definitely deeply, deeply disappointed. 

Something is rotten in the State of Pomodoro

And, to add insult to injury, I got rained out when I tried to pull the plants out of the bed, earlier. So I'll have to wait for a break in the fucking weather, omg so I can pull them out, bag them, and put them out with the rubbish.

The courgette seems to have given us all it intends to - many girl flowers, but no indication of squash. I have no idea what the harrier squash is doing, but it's a winter squash anyway, so perhaps is just biding its time.

Some good news, though, is that the haricot verts seem to be making a go of it, so maybe I'll get a dinner's worth of beans from that. And the ::checks notes:: 27th try at lettuces seems to be taking off. And the rocket continues to produce, to Farmer Goth's delight. Two of the turnips seem to be hanging in there, and it seems that the beets are also doing well. We should have a dozen, or so, Parisian carrots to go along with the one regular carrot that's trying to extract itself from the ground and fall over. (I'm not sure what to make of that, really, but there it is.)

The big winner, this year, seems to be the violas on the garden table. They just keep cheerfully being purple and flowery and pretending all is well. The sunflowers have been a bit of a positive, too. They seem to be a many-bloomed variety, rather than one big flower on a stick, which is bringing me some joy in these desolate times.

I also had a visitation by an enormous one of these:

Volucella inanis - a hoverfly, appparently

I'm not sure what sort of omen it was, but I'm happy to entertain any pollinators who choose to visit.

So, anyway...I'll just be over here, eating my feelings, just not with tomatoes from my garden.