a morning in the garden

My garden is flourishing. A beatiful mixture of plants, flowers and a few weeds.  I notice the peas need to be picked, as well as the broccoli. Beans, peppers and squash are blooming and growing tiny little vegetables.  Something is eating the potatoes. Whatever it is, I can’t see it. Every year it comes back and wreaks havock on my poor plants. Thank goodness it only get the potatoes.  I weed and pick off ripe peas and broccoli. My arms are already itching from mosquito bites and the straw. What a great idea Erin gave me. It has kept most of the weeds at bay and locked moisture into an otherwise dry garden bed. I need to lay down more paper, get more straw. Not something easily done with a 18 month old with some virus. The plant my husband picked is 4 feet tall.  It’s a tomato, a yellow plum. Such a strange thing it is. Yellow tomatos.. hmmm. I lost my cucumber plant to an errant hose my son thought should drape through the garden. I should be getting another one, but I forget every time I go to the store. Just like the bug spray. I actually have some tiki torches and the citronella to put in them. A lot of good they are doing in the garage. I have so mush I want to do, but it’s too damn hot out there already. At least I got some work done. Back inside I go.