We have been invaded.
Last night I half expected Tony Curtis and Sidney Poitier to come running out of the dark woods. The hounds were baying in surround sound; on the ridge top directly above, out at the road and in the valley just below. Gunshots had been heard. Klieg lights swept through the tree tops and down on the ridge top garden. Muffled voices crept between the constant long barks. They were getting too close for comfort.
Hoooo Weeeee Hoooo Weeeee. There is a house down here! Hoooo Weeee.
Two hounds came huffing down the hill to the base of the stairs, sniffing. They turned and headed down the drive. Within a couple of minutes the commotion along the ridge top quieted, a truck drove away out on the road. The call of the hounds receded further down the mountain.
That I can live with, but something has invaded the cucumbers and that just bums me out. It must be the dreaded bacterial wilt spread by the cucumber beetle.
Cucumbers are their favorite target, but squash and melons are also susceptible to the wilt. Two of the Delicata squash and one whole row of cucumbers have been zapped. Another whole row of cucumbers, minus one plant is fine. The diseased row has been reseeded. Despite the wilt there are already three jars of refrigerator pickles made up and marinating and no shortage of cucumbers in multiple recipes. The vegetable garden produces plenty and adds much to the table.
Cute baby Cantaloupe grow bigger next to the larger Delicata and Butternut Squash that have set fruit. These will all be for a late summer harvest unless they get unusually big before then.
The patient wait for the first ripe tomato continues. The corn for the racoons grows taller. It could be that with coyotes and baying hounds regularly about, there just might be some corn for me.
What will the new night bring to this mountaintop?