Note to the future: It was June 29th, 2009 that I started forcing my guests to take home produce. It happens every year. I go outside and realize that there’s no chance we’re going to eat those 12 heads of lettuce before they bolt. And a person can only maintain so many vases of sweet peas in one’s home. You know you’ve reached this point when you’ve started sneaking bouquets into the neighbors’ houses.
So, I start insisting that, if you’re going to come visit, you’re going to go home with a bag of produce. So far no one is complaining, but even if they start, I’m going to stuff their backseat with eggplants. Suck it.
Throw them in YOUR compost pile.
*Giggle* You sound like me. It suddenly got so hot here that most of my salad greens are bolting. The rest are covered by weeds.