It was a cold day in March when the boys and I poked knobby seeds into the ground. Mine spaced exactly according to the seed packet directions. The seeds the boys planted grouped in a mad pile that would grow into a profusion of young leaves.
No matter how we planted them though, they grew. The peas are ready for harvest and are slowly succumbing to powdery mildew. Just in time! It happens the same every year. The cilantro has bolted and the lettuce behind it. In another week or two, I'll empty out the bed and put in basil and some fall greens.
The tomatoes have overgrown their cages, groping over their edges and across the raised beds. Inside, they hide small green jewels. Round and hard. But honestly, ripen darn it! I'm ready for bruscetta and salsa and streetwalker stew. I'm ready for sun-warmed cherry tomatoes and hulking slices of heirlooms between CSA goat cheese and bread.
Meanwhile the pollinator garden - read, pretty flower garden - is doing its job. Bringing lots of bees into the yard so that they'll be there waiting and ready whenever the darn squash (winter and summer) gets around to blooming!!
The zinnias and sunflowers are getting ready to bloom. I couldn't resist this photo of a zinnia by the apple tree - just waiting to pop.
The best part of my garden - everything pictured but the tomatoes were once just tiny seeds full of promise. Now, I'm just waiting for the promise to come true . . .
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This is my submission for Tuesday Garden Party, hosted at An Oregon Cottage.