New Life

Let's start with the peas. Look at all of them!
I picked the ones that were ripe.
Shelled them.
But I didn't eat them right away. See? I'm sick with the Monkey Plague. And I KNOW they are going to taste amazing, but I can't taste a dang thing right now, so I'm saving them for when I get better. Look at how fresh they are!
The lima beans just might be making a comeback. There's new growth on there since the blight they experienced in their early days. I cut it all off, sprinkled it with poison (the only thing in my garden that I'm NOT calling organic) and let them be. We'll see if they continue.
The pepper plants still look a little peaked. I cut off some of the bottom leaves that were crinkly and brown. I figure I don't have much to lose. They'll either make it or they won't. I don't think they like all the wet we've been having.
Check out the squash! That's summer and butternut squash mixed together. The summer squash has blossoms; the butternut is just now budding. But it's huge! I figure I've trained it UP the trellis. Once it hits the top, I'll let it fall over and down again.The spaghetti squash is enjoying the naughty chair as its trellis. It's almost taken it over. Buds, but no flowers yet.
Now, The Good Cook told me the last time I posted pictures of squash blossoms, that the ones with actual squash would have a baby squash thingy on the vine. Here it is! I don't have many with the baby squash.
Maybe all the flowers are just for fun?
Cherry tomatoes. I wish I didn't have to buy four in a pack. I really only needed one. They are all doing fantastic.
Baby, baby, baby cherry tomatoes.
Bigger Lemon Boys are sprouting and growing.
What are these lovely things?
Beets, of course! I have never grown them before, so I keep kind of pulling one up now and again. They are not very big yet. They may not get very big, because I don't think I thinned them enough, but whatever. Something new. And I LOVE beets. They taste like dirt. How is that a good thing? I don't know. But they taste good. For dirt.
I haven't posted much on the parsnips. Mostly because I didn't know what they were doing. I don't have very many, but what I do have are going strong. I have no idea when to pull them? And since I have so few, I don't want to uproot something that might not be ready.
Red Cabbage. I thought I had given it to the rabbit gods, but it's making a comeback. Cowgirl said I'd "see" when it started maturing. Isn't it supposed to make a "head" of lettuce? Weird.
This seems to be the only casualty of my absence over the weekend. Gay Boyfriend said he watered the garden twice since it was 98 and sunny for three days in a row. My theory is that it got hot and shriveled up and then he watered it and it turned into muck. Since it is "cut and come again," I gave it ALL a haircut. It will either come back or it won't. I enjoyed one salad. That may be all I get out of it, but we'll see. Right? Of course, right.
And now for the green beans. Aren't they pretty, growing up their trellis? They wanted to escape over the fence, but I pulled the tendrils down and rerouted them.
Want a closer look? The blossoms are so dainty.
Check out my Minnesota Midget Melons! They may just produce! They are bred for a very short growing season - i.e. Minnesota, of which SD is very close. We'll see. I planted them late. And they appear to be shaded a bit too much by the bean teepee.
The nastursium seeds I stole from my dad finally produced a flower. Isn't it pretty?
I really thought this was a bachelor button, but it's a perennial and bachelor buttons are not perennials. Any ideas? It's doubled in size since it came back this spring.
And my other field flowers - some sort of daisy are getting ready to burst any second.
That's the July garden tour. And I'm sick. Like super, duper sick. Like, when I had strep throat in April and I laid down in bed and couldn't imagine getting back up, sick. Worn out from my trip, I'm sure. And Miss M had it when we were down there. I give her kudos for even getting out of bed and attempting to have fun. Dang. I can hardly enjoy the memories at this point.