one of my passions is leek soup. i love all kinds from the classic vichyssoise to spicier broths that utilize the flavor of my favorite onion. not for everyone, for sure, but i love the distinctive but gentle, never-bitter taste of it.
because of this i have tried to grow my own at the garden cottage two years in a row. the first year i was late with them and ended up with two sad only slightly larger than chive growths that i enjoyed as part of a salad. i solemnly swore to make it this year.
thus, i took care to be prepared. the seeds went in very early in the spring and when the ground was defrosted enough to handle vegetation, i prepared my rows of delicate green shafts. i tended to them every week, weeding and watering, making sure they were still standing straight.
it was all good until our trip. a month away did not damage my leeks per se, but the hottest summer of the decade did. nothing grew properly and just keeping the plants alive took all the time my sweetie's brother had in his hands.
when we returned, the onions were still standing bravely, but small and stunted. there were too many of them and they hadn't been fertilized.
a sorry sight.
last weekend i dug them out because i was unsure when i'd make it to them next. at the size of spring onions they have the familiar scent and even some visible ringlets, but i cannot feel but discouraged by how small they ended up.
next year. yes, next year.