bikelovejones

Tonight, after an especially lazy Shabbat at home, Sweetie and I walked around our little garden and admired the green, growing things. One thought led to another -- first we filled the front of my shirt with sungold tomatoes, and then we pulled a few fresh cukes; and at last we decided to dig up a couple of our potato plants for some early (for us, anyway) potatoes.

New cukes and zukes. Note the fresh dirt under Sweetie's nails, an element that amplifies her happiness:





Potatoes, resting on top of the soil after being dug up:





An errant sunflower, a volunteer that sprung up from the middle of our cucumber plant a few weeks ago. Each morning, tiny little bees (native? dunno) can be found clinging to the seed-pots in the sunny center, nearly frozen in an odd stasis in the early morning cold. By afternoon most are moving busily around the center gathering pollen:





Admission: If I lived alone I would NEVER garden. I would be content to shop at farmers markets and grocery stores for my vegetables. But with Sweetie it's just so much easier to, well, WANT to grow my own vegetables. Especially the ones I can eat.
(I anticipate potato salad next week, and creamy potato soup in the fall.)