I am in mourning.
I have been faithful with my application of Btk on all my brassicas this year, so no cabbage worms for us. I got all that stork’s bill under control (okay, most of it) and put down some good mulch. When I left the veggie garden alone last week to focus on the flower gardens and a few fall projects, the broccoli was just starting a new flush of strong growth, and I was smugly dreaming of a fall reaping of lovely green heads.
When I returned to see if they were ready for cutting, this is what I found.
Those little black spots are flea beetles, for the uninitiated. They got to my fall crop before I did. Ravaged it. Inedible.
This is what I get for feeling smug. ‘Pride cometh before the fall,’ and all that.
Or ‘Fall pride cometh before the flea beetle…’