Portrait of Okra
Although I can’t share my supper of okra and tomatoes, I can share these closeups. Being a Northern gal, I had always wondered what okra looked like–and cotton–and banana trees–and live oaks. Like famous pieces of art, there is something about being in the personal space–to measure up against those pieces.
the flowers are about 3 inches across and are a lovely creamy white with a deep purple center and a buttery yellow pistil.
Here is the top of the plant–it will continue growing taller. The stem is about an inch and a half thick at the base. They are not easy to remove. They might have been the original beanstalk that Jack climbed up as they are very sturdy.
I use buckets captured from a local doughnut shop–this one used to contain apple filling–as my work buckets around the garden and shop-dyeing/painting projects–carefully separated as to purpose. Okra has a lot of spines on the leaves and stems and pods which is probably why the resident deer/rabbits/cattle egrets carefully ignore them. Although I am harvesting every other day or so, sometimes the pods become woody but you can’t tell just by size, you have to try to cut into them.