The garden is done except for the candy... which is what I call okra... And if you ever eat it fried like my wife fries it you will understand... It will continue to grow and bear new pods until frost... I have seen some in Louisiana that had to be picked using a step ladder.
But overall the garden was a bust. The tomato plants had a hard start because of the late cold wet spring and the bell peppers just never made it. The onions and cabbage did good, but they are cool weather plants. The squash bore well, but I wound up in competition with the squirrels and rabbits. As I also did with the strawberries.
Visual evidence is displayed above.
My Dad always said a bad garden means a bad winter is coming. Don't tell Pope Algore.
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