An okra plant can look almost too ornamental for the vegetable bed. By August it stands above the peppers and basil, rough leaves spread like green hands, ridged pods pointing upward, and pale yellow flowers opening with a burgundy throat. The flower looks as if it has wandered in from a hibiscus shrub. The pod, only a few days behind…
By August, a sweet corn plant begins to reveal the part of itself that was hidden. The tassel has lifted above the leaves like a loose flag. Lower down, an ear presses against its husk, and from the top spills a soft tangle of silk. It looks decorative, almost accidental, the sort of thing a cook later pulls away by…
A bitter cucumber is one of August’s sharper disappointments. The vine looks vigorous. The fruit is firm, green, and cool in the hand. Then the first slice tastes less like summer and more like warning. The flavor can seem mysterious because the fruit may look perfectly healthy. There is no rot, no obvious disease, no insect tunnel, no sunken scar.…
By August, a garden begins to show its small machines. Bean pods dry and tighten. Poppy capsules rattle. Grass heads turn from green brushwork to brittle combs. And in the low, often overlooked places, a stork’s-bill or filaree may be preparing a trick so precise that it looks less like seed dispersal and more like a tiny hand tool. The…
A split tomato has a disappointing kind of drama. Yesterday it was almost perfect, heavy on the vine and beginning to color. Then a night of rain passes through, the garden smells rich and washed, and the tomato is suddenly open along one side, its skin pulled apart like a seam that could not hold. It can feel like rot,…
Powdery mildew often arrives looking almost harmless. A squash leaf that was green yesterday appears dusted with flour. A phlox stem has a pale bloom on its upper leaves. The cucumber patch still looks productive, the zinnias are still bright, and yet the garden has acquired a strange white weather of its own. The first instinct is usually to blame…
A June strawberry looks wonderfully straightforward until you look at it too closely. It is red. It is sweet. It fits between two fingers and leaves a little shine on the thumb. The plant itself sprawls low in the mulch, all trifoliate leaves, white flowers, green fruits, red fruits, and wandering runners that seem to be making private plans for…
A spring shade bed can look as if it has learned to blush and cool at the same time. Lungwort opens with little pink bells, then the older flowers nearby settle into violet and blue. The spotted leaves are pretty enough on their own, but the flowers make the plant look like a small calendar. One cluster can hold yesterday,…
April violets have a way of appearing in the parts of a garden where management loosens its grip. They collect under hedges, soften the edge of a path, settle into damp lawn, and rise between last year’s leaves before the taller perennials have fully remembered themselves. From a distance they read as color: small purple flags in the green. Up…
Most garden seeds are satisfied with ordinary invitations: water, air, a workable temperature, and enough contact with soil to feel that the season has turned. Beans swell. Lettuce stirs near the surface. A tomato seed, given warmth and moisture, behaves as if the world has made its intentions clear. Then there are seeds that seem to be waiting for a…
