There are sturdy stakes, and then there are flimsy cages. As I said yesterday morning, there was a storm careening into town just as I managed to get my post loaded up, and it was a doozy. Winds up to 70 mph. Mad lightning. Crazed thunder.
As I hit Publish, I heard plastic items blowing past the window on the sidewalk outside. Rain poured down, granting me another reprieve from morning watering.
Because it was still raining pretty hard when I walked out the door at 6 a.m., I didn’t get out back to check the garden and see how the eggplant stake held up through yesterday’s stormy blast. First thing after work, out I went, hoping maybe my remedy did the trick.
No worries—the baby eggplant remains intact and the toppled plant remains tall and straight, thanks to my propping action. But the flimsy cage supporting the cantaloupe plant had released itself on one side, its feet hanging in the air, the rest of the cage and plant teetering at about a 45-degree angle over the squash plant behind it.
An aside: as far as I’m concerned, it could have happily destroyed that squash plant, which is barely producing any blossoms, much less any sign of squash. It’s big, yet barren.
I tilted the cage back up to its rightful angle and made sure everything was set right. Like I’ve said before, I don’t actually expect any edible cantaloupe to develop off this plant, but right now, we have one that’s probably the size of a tennis ball, and, like all our vegetables and fruits, I want it to have a chance at glory.
Yes, I said glory. Glory that precedes a quick and furious eating thereof.