06/06/2026
So today, I got my first bounty in my Maine garden. A single, solitary French radish, which I ate on the spot. No picture. Really a delicious one which is hopeful. What is not hopeful is that the rest of the garden, aside cosmos, is just sitting there looking stuck.
I have a theory that the Virginia heirlooms I planted do not like Maine.
At any rate, there is a learning curve to gardening in a new place. Plants grow fast and furious in Virginia, slow as mud in Maine. Garden varieties anyway, not the wild ones. They seem to attempt as much as possible as quickly as they can.
I am trying to get a native lawn going. This little number is quite lovely and I find myself, for the second year, mowing a little alien pattern, but it’s amusing. Meadow hawkweed. Quite cute vibrant, yellow flowers. Across the street, I spy pussytoes and I may go dig some up.