Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Some of a Man's Best Friends

Each morning I look for treats. A rich, soaking rain helped bring up some lettuce the night before last.
These little beets are several days old.
Consider the innocence of raindrops on eggplants.
New Zealand spinach volunteers every spring, then produces for three seasons. I think it may be calling us home.
Merry Christmas in September. Plant the red balls for spring asparagus, three years hence.
Here's a sweetheart.
We usually have to wait all summer for these to thicken.
"Don't forget your best friend," says Virginia.

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