The last few days have been absolutely perfect here in our little town. Temperatures are hovering around 80 F, humidity is low, and the sun is out. The garden is on its best behavior.
This is what happens when you repeatedly complain about not having enough peas.
Rhubarb and raspberry abundance.
A bit of garden whimsy, provided by my mom. We call him Boll, after a Swedish children's story.
Jumble of herbs and vigorous tomato plants = happiness.
