1. Soon I will be like unto this fish. Oh, no, not immortalized on a lantern to be sold in hobby stores across this great nation, like this one was. Rather, I’ll be swimming like this fish in the little pool off in the background. We just got this pool yesterday. It will make this summer bearable.
2. Looking down on the pea plants from my inexpert lashing of the teepee. Some of the little pea tendrils have nearly reached the vertical supports.
3. I resowed some lunaria seeds in the semi-shade patch adjacent to my vegetables, as it didn’t seem much of anything was happening there after 2+ weeks of waiting. Then a few days after sowing #2, the first batch of seeds finally began to emerge after all, some of them through a path I had just mulched over the old area. What with my mistaking the first seeds for dead and the drastic action I took as a result of it, it’s just like Romeo and Juliet. For seeds.
4. This is actually one of the covers of the septic tank with some nice lichen growing on top of it. One is crude and rough, the other pretty and refined. It’s just like Beauty and the Beast.
5. The castor bean plant’s new little leaf is tentatively making its appearance. It’s just like — well, I don’t know what this one’s just like.
6. The developing fruit of the false indigo
7. This fly is pretty much the mascot of the last three or four days. Everywhere I go, a new batch is ready to mercilessly bite off chunks of flesh. Today I decided to work in the garden right on the edge of the woods, and knew I might not be able to survive the barrage of flies and mosquitoes, so I broke down and went swimming through a mist of Deet.
8. I love the golden speckle that the false indigo flowers take on as they age.
9. The milkweed — of which there is an abundance in the front yard — is about to bloom.
10. I founnd a tiny little egg in my shade garden, near my old cat’s little grave.
11. The much-awaited forget-me-not seedlings by Charlie’s grave.
12. The old poppy flower is a gaudy old dame.
13. Cool columbine seed pods
14. I interpret the body language of this beet seedling as “Howdy, neighbor.” I just thinned them yesterday. I don’t like thinning things. Every germination feels like a hard-won victory, and then I have to rip it out for the others’ good. It just feels wrong.
15. Looking between the rows of onions.
16. A view of one-half of the garden. Onions, strawberries, kohlrabi, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, another few rows of onions (probably not visible yet), carrots, lunaria, forget-me-nots.
18. My mom picked up some lovely celosia today.