This was my view across the street last night:
Canteloupe vines, with a rogue tomato growing in the middle of the patch.
Baby canteloupe.
Feverfew.
The start of next year's woodpile.
Spinach, now bolting. We'll be planting Bloomsdale long-standing again.
Sunflowers, about 4 ft. tall ~ due to be 8 to 12 ft fully grown.
Remember this? This is the same vine, after a harsh winter pruning this year, and growth this year only.
Baby grapes.
Spearmint, in its infancy. I planted it along a rocky ridge that happens to hold soil in an attempt to curb its vigor a bit. I didn't dare plant it into one of the "regular" beds.
Raspberry brambles (the black ones) all the way down the line.
The other raspberry patch, complete with weeds and a maple tree in the middle.
Mutant raspberry: most produce on last year's canes. This one is producing on a first year cane. And they are huge.
One of my altheas, taken about 7 this morning. I also have a blush pink one, and a dark mauve-y one with a dark purple center.
Mulberry tree, they ripen a delicious dark purple and are actually SWEET. I'm used to them being a little more tart.
This one also likes to eat the mulberries, but isn't quite tall enough to reach without some assistance.
My nemesis: poison ivy. Not only does it spread with wicked abandon along my woodline (and in between my raspberries), but it also becomes a climbing vine when it meets a tree or fence. Evil stuff.
Tall phlox.
One child prefers to play rather than work in the garden. And that's ok.
Turnips.
Pumpkins, weeds, and a whole lot of volunteer tomatoes from last year's patch.
Peas, some of the last.
Peppers and tomatoes ~ early.
Tomatoes and peppers now.
