Our home-grown strawberries are ready for eating.
Our lettuce exploded and we have a lot of it, so we’ll likely be eating salads for the next month. And asian lettuce wraps. Lettuce wrapped burgers? We probably should buy a bunny.
My favorite surprise? The sage bloomed! I forgot it did that. It’s so pretty.
Against the advice of the whole internet, my mother, and a best friend, I planted the previously-container-contained spearmint in the ground. It was so sickly looking, I thought for sure it’d be a goner. Instead, it’s completely rebounded. If everyone is to be believed, our whole yard will be mint come next spring and I will rue this decision … but maybe not. I like mint. I then broke one of my favorite coffee mugs (!) and planted that right along side it. This made John give me a crazy look, a la “You’re becoming your mother, aren’t you?” I still think there’s a long road between favorite coffee mugs and concrete angels (not that there is anything wrong with concrete angels, Mom!). But it’s my garden. I DO WHAT I WANT.
My other flowers are just now starting to bloom, but I’m 99% positive this rose bush only produced pink flowers last year. Where the yellow is coming from? Total mystery.
While I’m gardening (read: weeding), the Pup is usually chasing bumblebees. I’m convinced that this is a poor hobby, but she doesn’t listen.
AND you’ll have to take my word for the fact that I do not live next to an abandoned lot. I know the chain link fence tends to suggest such things. New neighbors are still busy building a house, and not so concerned with yard work. I don’t really blame them.