Brain Is Not Braining

I don't know what's going on.  I guess I'm just tired.  Or hormonal.  Or menopausal.  Or something.  Whatever, my brain is simply not braining these last few days.  Heh, Group Leader Shark was laughing at me yesterday because she caught me telling my brain to wake up and get its act together, only it didn't.  I've been making dumb -- and I do mean dumb -- mistakes all week long.  

So, basically, that means you aren't going to get the long, detailed, well thought out post I'd mentally composed for you, because right now, I can't for the life of me get the words to work.  

Instead, you get...more garden pictures!  Yay!  I know you're thrilled. 

This afternoon, I decide it was time for this little guy to come out of his cloche, 

and get his big boy tomato cage.   It's not even summer yet, but we're already getting heat indices up into the low 90s, and by the time I was done, I was drenched in sweat.  But here we are.  All four tomatoes in their cages and rearing to go. 

One of them even has flowers on it.  

My basil is growing like a bad weed.  At this rate, I think I'm going to have to invest in a dehydrator, because I can't keep up with the growth hang drying it.  I've looked at some on Amazon, and you can get a decent one for not too much money -- around $100-150.  Let me check my finances once I get bills paid, and we'll see. 

Right now, I'm doing the chop and drop thing--cutting the stuff that looks like it's about to flower, then letting it compost in the bed.  It seems a waste, though, but I don't know what to do with all that basil.  

My peppers are also doing well.  These ones are, at least.  

The three smaller ones I planted in the other beds aren't.  They're hanging in there, but aren't flowering or fruiting yet.  

On a similar note, something has found my lemon balm to be quite tasty.  Yesterday I mixed up some diluted dishwashing liquid and sprayed it down really well.  I'm a bit leery of using my diatomaceous earth because it will harm the beneficial insects as well as the bad ones.  I've spotted ladybugs a few times, and certainly don't want to hurt those. 

Or the butterflies I've spotted in my zinnia bed.   

They're really starting to open up now.  In a week or two, they'll be covered in flowers. 

Well, it appears my brain has decided to stop braining again, so I'll stop boring you with my brainless drivel and go eat some popcorn.  

Or something...