At this writing, on Monday, June 3, 2019, the time of day is just shy of 2 p.m. and the temperature is just shy of 73 degrees, out there in the garden. If there’s any difference between the outside temp and my little corner office, I can’t tell it. Both are darn near perfect.
Not only is the weather as nearly perfect as it ever gets, at least by my estimation, it’s supposed to stay pretty close to perfect for the next seven or eight days.
Unfortunately, all this nice weather forgot to show up when it was supposed to, during latter weeks of May, when we had nearly two weeks of daytime high temperatures that hovered around 90. Most of the last half of May felt a lot more like the middle of July on Charlie Brown Road.
Just when I was ready, one evening in mid May, to talk Loretta into helping pick a mess of snow peas, she asked me to put it off one more day because we had places to go and people to see. The peas were over 4- to 5-inches long and about an inch wide and one more day of normal weather would have served them well.
Unfortunately, one more day was not normal. The temperature jumped to over 90 degrees and our first batch of snow peas cooked on the vines. What would have been more than a gallon, shriveled and shrank to less than a quart of tough little 2x1/2 inchers.
She added them to a stir fry recipe, where they turned out to be somewhat on the chewy side, but still tasty and far, far better than having no peas at all.
Then, on May 26 and 28, we had nearly 2 inches of combined rainfall and the daily daytime temperatures fell to no higher than 81, where they have remained, up to this writing.
Last night we picked a gallon of snow peas and a gallon of sugar snaps. Brother Andy had replanted most of the sugar snaps in mid April after rabbits had chewed the vines off. Right after the May 26 rain, well after the pre-baked pea picking, I had doused the vines with 6 gallons of Miraclegro, bloom booster, liquid fertilizer
Not only did we get this most recent picking, but our pea patch is literally covered with new blooms! If the forecast holds, we may yet harvest a bumper crop of peas. Andy will, most likely, be here a week from Tuesday, at which point, we should be pigging out on two varieties of peas for supper and taking some to share with friends and neighbors. Here’s hoping this column doesn’t jinx the possibilities.
In other news, you may recall that I promised to update you as to how Team TKO fared on our recently completed, American Diabetes Association (ADA), Tour de Cure, fund-raising drive.
Team TKO (Captained by our grandson, 10 year-old,Tyler Kane Ochs) set a goal, back in April, to raise a total of $3,000 to be used towards ADA’s ultimate goal of eradicating this horrible disease. The KY Tour de Cure contingent of ADA has a goal of reaching $258,000 and we won’t know how well they fare on that one until late August.
However, the Adams and Ochs families, as well as other members of Team TKO, showed up, at Keeneland, very early last Saturday morning, to run or walk, at, what had to be, the most perfect weather we’ve experienced, during the seven years, we've been participating in this annual event.
Actually, I sat under a big tent and watched the other team members do the running and walking. Mr. Parkinson just barely allowed me to walk from the parking lot. A big hug from WKYT’s news anchor, Amber Philpot, was the only motivator that enabled me to get back back to the car.
Team TKO turned in a total of $3,135.37 for the Tour. Of that amount, you readers sent a total of $1,750 directly to my address. Tyler, his family & friends and the good folks at Richmond’s Apollo Pizza raised the rest.
Thanks, to ALL of you, for continuing to show your generous support for our humble efforts to battle this evil giant of a disease. Thank you for achieving our fund raising goal, yet again! You have no idea how much you warm our hearts.