Blessings in a dry year

My garden, as it looks from my yard.  Mostly bare ground.

All that green behind the irises?  Strawberries.  I'm going to have to get rid of much of this bed and start a new patch or two.  

Because of the drought, the berries will be small.  Small berries are better than no berries.

Radishes, big ones.  I didn't water them; I suppose since they only go down about 3 inches, those 3/10-of-an-inch rains once a week were enough.

In 1967 we bought a house on twenty acres where we lived for seven years; there was an apricot tree in the yard.  In 1968, when my daughter was a little over one year old, that tree produced bountifully.  My little  girl walked around in diapers, picking up apricots and eating them, calling them "babacots".  That was the only year it bore fruit, because apricot trees bloom so early, the frost usually gets them in mid-Missouri.  I  never forgot the wonderful taste of those fruits, and planted a small tree in our back yard here ten years ago.  Of course, every year the frost and cold has taken the apricots... until this year!

Oops, this is the peach tree.  Hard to tell on pictures.

THIS is the apricot tree

I wonder if this limb will break with the weight of the mature apricots.

Don't forget the radishes.  This is the year I found out radishes are good cooked.

What a wonderful world!