A Constant State of Wilting

I've been mentally wilted for the past week, and my vegetables have followed suit by physically wilting.

Last weekend I got a little over ambitious and decided to add a little of the organic fertilizer on the tomatoes. Of course I dropped the container and a lot of it fell into the tray...I washed out as much as I could but the next day there were burn marks all over the leaves. I think they also might have gotten over watered from when I tried to drain them out; I don't know what did them in. The fertilizer claims that because it's Organic it won't burn the leaves, so if this is true than it was probably the water.

So then of course I didn't water them for a few days because they were so over-saturated...but then I went away for the weekend and when I came home late last night a lot of the cucumbers had lost their connection to their roots and fell over. The cantaloupes faired well though even though they took almost 2 weeks to sprout.

I also lost a little motivation when I found out my moms disgusting feral cats have found a way to break through the fence I erected to keep them out and use it as a fucking litter box. Excuse my language, I just find it disgusting, filthy and horrifyingly unsanitary that someone would have so little of a spine that they wouldn't try to stop WILD cats from peeing in YOUR OWN DAUGHTERS garden. I can't even talk about it; it's infuriating.

Here's some new pictures

Tomatoes. You can see the burns on their leaves.

Cantaloupes. Just a few and they're small...but strong.

Cucumbers. You can see a few casualties.

I think I mentioned in my last post that I used some twigs I found to start trellising the tomatoes and cucumbers. I think some of them were too big and hurt the root systems so I pulled out the ones that had the seedlings leaning away from them. The rest of them are holding on tight to the twigs or each other. Plants sure aren't afraid to ask for help.

It is utterly forbidden to be half-hearted about gardening.

You have got to love your garden whether you like it or not.

~W.C. Sellar & R.J. Yeatman, Garden Rubbish, 1936