No sign of that big golden ball of heat and light in the sky again today. Another day of sprinkles and much grayness. Our high for the day was 55°. I know of a certain lady blogger who probably had a temperature of exactly double that today. Oh, my.
I've got a good stand of carrots in this bed with the tepee trellis in the middle with morning glories planted around the base of it. They have yet to make it much more than halfway up their support, but I do see blossom buds. If the buds don't get the chills and die, we should see some color soon.
This sample carrot I pulled doesn't look too bad as far as length goes. But it still needs to increase a bit in girth!
Picture of broccoli plants taken through the screened frame over their bed. They're not even thinking about forming heads yet.
My bed of beautiful Lauren's Grape Poppies. Seeds are from Sue's garden in Michigan. Are they not absolutely luscious? Our honey bees love them, too.
Here's my jungle bed of Matt's Wild Cherry tomatoes. No fruits yet but the two plants are covered with blossoms. The good thing is the tomatoes have a wonderful flavor. The bad thing is they are the size of marbles. Small marbles.
My potatoes haven't looked this good in years. No blight (hallelujah!) and next to no insect damage. I don't recall ever seeing so many blossoms on the vines.
Their flowers are actually quite lovely, don't you think?
My shell peas are finally forming good-sized pods. No evidence of peas inside the pods (sigh), but ya can't have everything. Immediately. (July 27th and no shell peas yet. What's wrong with this picture?)
The lobelia in the herb bed is gorgeous this year. Obviously, it must like cool weather and lots of moisture.
Do you think we should believe the weather people who are telling us we will see the sun come shining forth on Monday? Nah, I'll bet they're just using twisted psychology on us so we don't go completely crackers in this wet, gray Arctic cold we've been slogging through.
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