Gardeners' Holidays 2024: Summer Harvest

This past week has been brutally hot. Daytime highs have been consistently in the nineties, with soaking East Coast humidity on top of that. From Wednesday through Friday, we were under a heat advisory, warned to stay inside as much as possible as the heat index climbed into triple digits. By this afternoon, it was back down to a mere 98, but it still wasn't weather you'd want to spend any more time in than you had to.

Unless, of course, you're a plant. The ones in our garden are apparently just loving all this heat, yielding up a veritable cornucopia of veggies. On the first day of August, Brian braved the heat long enough to pick one largish zucchini, two cucumbers, one Carmen pepper, one Banana pepper, one Premio tomato, one San Marzano paste tomato, and 52 little Sun Gold tomatoes—and that's just one day's harvest.

To celebrate all this bounty, Brian made our favorite quinoa salad. This dish started out as the Couscous Salad from The Clueless Vegetarian, then morphed into kasha salad, and finally reached its pinnacle with chewy, protein-rich quinoa as the base. We eat this quite often, as it makes a useful catch-all for any leftover vegetables in the fridge that need to get used up before they go mushy. But this time, nearly all the veggies in it—cucumber, scallions, zucchini, parsley, two kinds of peppers, and two kinds of tomatoes—came from our own garden. The only exceptions were the garlic, which we have so far failed to produce a decent crop of, and the chick peas, which we've never attempted to grow.

Sadly, the one crop in our yard that isn't thriving in the summer heat is the plums. As far as we can tell, our plum trees tend to operate on a two-year cycle, giving us a bumper crop one year and essentially nothing the next. We have managed to harvest a handful of fruits off the Golden Gage tree, but only one off the Mount Royal and nothing at all from the Opal. And, to Brian's intense annoyance, we didn't even get to keep all of the fairly meager crop for ourselves. 

You see, last year, when our trees were simply loaded with fruit, some of our neighbors got into the habit of helping themselves right off the tree. We usually let this slide, but when one woman started not only eating them on the spot but filling up a bag, Brian went out and asked her to please stop it. She promptly apologized and insisted on paying for what she'd taken, so fair enough. 

But apparently she considered that by doing so, she had established her right to harvest our plums as long as she paid for them. So yesterday, he found the same woman outside, pocketing our Golden Gages and commenting on how meager the crop was. She gave us five bucks for what she'd picked, but frankly, we'd much rather have kept the plums for ourselves. It's one thing to share with our neighbors when the fruit is plentiful, but when the entire crop is maybe a few pounds' worth, we feel like we really should be entitled to first dibs.

Happily, there is a bright side on the fruit front. Our raspberry canes, having finished with their spring season, are already showing signs of gearing up for their fall crop. The canes toward the front of the bed are covered in little green berries, and one of them has even produced a couple of precocious fully ripe ones. So it won't be too long before we have fresh fruit available for the picking—and since the canes are as full of prickers as they are of fruit, we probably won't have to compete with any scavengers for the harvest.

And there's more good news: As I write this, a rainstorm is rolling in, bringing with it a much-needed respite from the heat. The climate being what is is, there will no doubt be further heat waves before summer is over, and most likely further setbacks in the garden too. But for now, between the crops in the garden, the crops on the horizon, and the welcome cool breezes blowing in through our windows, I'd say we have more cause for satisfaction with our outdoor lot than for disappointment.