I find myself thinking too much about what is wrong in my garden. I think if I could just get the tomatoes to do what they are supposed to, I'd be happy. If I had to choose only grow one vegetable to grow, tomatoes would be my choice. And mine seem to be doomed from the start this year.
Remember my single zucchini plant that I thought the bugs had killed?
Iris loves to help me in my garden.
The silly trumpet vine, which was supposed to take over my whole forty acres if I dared plant it, has once again suffered a setback: Something decided to eat the top leaves.
On another note, I am sorely missing our Bonnie-milk. That stuff from the store is awful, in comparison.