|The cucumbers are quite a prolific bunch.|
There's these little babies popping up all over the place.
Apparently they find their side of the garden to be quite romantic.
|This corn was a little warped.|
Not sure what happened to it, but it just wasn't right from the beginning.
The rest of them mourned his loss for a few days, but they've recovered.
Moral of the story: don't expect these guys to have your back.
|The tomatoes are doing quite well.|
It still makes me laugh that I have 8 of these plants, since neither H. nor I eat tomatoes.
The future of these kiddos?
Lets just say I call them Prego and Ragu
|This little guy was singing as I took this picture.|
He said he's feeling "Hot, hot hot!"
|The potatoes are at the end of their days.|
This flower is akin to a funeral bouquet.
Now if only the tops would die off and let the potatoes in the earth grow.
|Welcome to Carrot Forrest.|
Another tourist destination, right after Potato Mountain.
Remember to pack out what you pack in.
Don't (yet) eat the residents.
|The Zucchinis are being much more amiable this year.|
There's little squashes all over.
I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that they make it safely to adulthood.
They do live a very dangerous lifestyle, so its not a given.
|This is the barren wasteland of my garden.|
There are supposed to be beans growing here.
Thrice, actually, there were supposed to have been beans growing here.
They don't seem to be taking.
|Duke enjoys the anonymity that the garden allows.|
And that's the situation,