Garden Report - with veggies!

Some time ago I promised to show you my pathetic little garden. Well, here it is. These are 2 views of the puny strip that runs along my patio before dropping off in a serious slope towards my neighbor's fence. It doesn't look like much - does it?

If you get closer, you can see that there are really good things happening. Just ignore the crispy oregano plant please - I keep it to remind me that my thumb is still far from green.

Check out these melon blossoms. The tag says that they'll be musk melons but there's no fruit yet. There are quite a few pretty yellow flowers on the vine, which weaves it's way from one side of the garden to the other.


I love this sunny yellow squash and the way it's neck curves gracefully back on itself. It's one of many that's growing in our little garden so I'd better find some good recipes fast. This is especially true since, in my excitement over starting a garden, I bought 2 varieties of yellow squash. I just wasn't paying attention I guess. The other one has lots of flowers but no veggies yet.


Now, how cute is this green pepper? I have a few of these too. One of them appeared in the garden annex (a spot in the landscape that we're saving for a Japanese Maple yet to be purchased and which currently serves as home to extra veggie plants) weeks ago but hasn't made much progress. I look at it periodically to see if it's ready for harvest. At this point I'm tempted to pick it but I'm just not sure how I'll know when it's ready. It would be such a shame to cut into it and find that we should've waited just a bit longer.

While I was out surveying my garden tonight, DQ was inside using our computer to remotely search the catalog of our local library for more stuff to read. She has already shipped a few books to camp but she cannot be without reading material for even one minute so she's looking for stuff to read on the ride to camp. We'll be in the car for 8-9 hours and she can do a lot of reading in that time.

Anyway, she just read A Wrinkle in Time and now she wants to read everything she can find by Madeleine L'Engle. As she checked out the results of her search, she noted with amazement that all of the records online noted the year 1918 and commented to hubbo and I that Madeleine L'Engle wrote and awful lot of books in one year. I laughed for a few minutes before correcting her. Ummm, DQ, 1918 is the year the author was born! Perhaps I ought to give her a crash course in reading records in the catalog.