Crabbiness and Tears

Sore teeth prompt crabbiness.  Sorry folks.  Which reminds me.  Overnight, it seems, we have this:

Maybe it's more recognizable this way:

Or this:

A few months from now, I'll be gathering their tiny apples for some of the best jelly in the world.  The process is tedious, as most worthwhile endeavors tend to be.

I found a real treat this morning, our winter wheat crying happiness.  (You may need to click on the photo to see what I mean.)

"A fence isn't much good if you let the gate blow open, is it?" says Virginia.

See the goat hoofprint and the nibbled cauliflower?  Fortunately, Karen caught the intruders before they ate more than a few strawberry and cauliflower plants.

Here's the hopeful pomegranate grove, transplanted yesterday from pots that 3 years ago welcomed some seeds of a fruit donated by an Eastern Shore friend.  Thank you, Marian.

And here is today's mystery.  Does anyone know what this is?  We don't remember where it's from, but we like it.

Here's a picture of the entire plant.