The raspberry (in the foreground) - it will live! Thankyou to my good friend from Thistlebrook for giving me two suckers from her raspberry. One died and one looked like it was going the same way, but here it is, alive!
The cherry tomato bush grew from a little seedling into a giant behemoth of a plant. There are hundreds of little green tomatoes on it ...
... and some are getting red! We go outside in the afternoons and eat all we can find!
Snow peas! They are producing well, but there are never many snow peas on the plants. This is because we eat whatever we can find.
Sweet corn. Our last crop was a total failure, and this was planted by semi-accident in a bed I wasn't wanting tied up right now. Now I feel that I need to offer the corn the dignity to at least try to produce a crop before I fill the bed with a new load of soil and clear out the weeds. Not in that order.
Same for the beetroot. Awesome yummy beetroot dip: roast a beetroot or two along with a head of garlic, peel beetroot and squeeze flesh from garlic, process until smooth, add low-fat Greek yoghurt. I am making myself hungry.
Capsicum. How do I know when it is ready? I think it is growing slowly because we've had coolish weather.
Straw bales still going well. I popped a few sprouting sweet potatoes into it and they are looking very grateful. Now I despair of ever having the area done with so I can put new soil in. I keep growing stuff there!
Succession-growing lettuces. I've put these ones in after the last ones were eaten. By us.
I am so happy when I am outside putting holes into stuff with my cordless drill. On the right hand side of this picture you can see the wires I put up on my fence for things to climb on. Time will tell if it's strong enough. My entire garden is an experiment, I think it only fitting the structural integrity of the fence and supported vines follows suit. Lots of green elsewhere in the garden, including the green beans which have kept on producing despite being eaten into oblivion each day by the children.
Weeds, weeds, weeds, weeds. So many weeds! And piles of tiles and the shoots from a 'rubbish tree' that a gentleman kindly cut down for me but failed to poison. Goodo. I'll deal with the shoots for the next 50 years. Cool.
But more important than what's in the garden ... WHO'S in the garden! Does Bullseye count? I get these alert expressions from her by holding a tennis ball to the side of the camera lens. I get the underexposure by not taking care with my photography and failing to photoshop the image after the fact.