It is almost October in Florida, which means the brutal summer heat is almost over and we can plant the damn garden. Over my whole life I’ve found great solace in growing my own food, and in North-Central Florida you get two seasons to do it — fall and spring, two seasons separated by a freeze event or two that represents our tiny little microwinter.
This year the garden is expanded to epic proportions and features a lot of climbing vegetables. Others, like tomatoes, grow better if tethered rather than using the flimsy tomato cages home improvement stores.
This year I actually sprung for some new fencing — but the warning tag had me concerned.
I historically have used welded wire fence, the stuff with big 10 cm squares that allow me to reach through to pick fruit. One year in Chicago I found a roll of road mesh (same concept used in reinforcing concrete) in front of a Mexican bakery. It was there for a few days and then I brought it home in my 1984 Chevy Caprice decommissioned police car I bought for $500.
This year I actually bought some new fencing-- but the warning tag had me concerned.
Thank goodness I'm using it far away from California, this stuff is deadly there!