The State of the Garden

The tomato plants in the raised bed are as high as an elephant's eye.

But all the tomatoes are still green.

The Spicy Globe Basil is ready -- I snipped off all the flowers after I took this picture.

Looks like we will actually be having a grape harvest this year.

Two full size peppers - picked one.

And in the 5 gallon pot, Silvery Fir Leaf Tomato, a determinant, has a couple of ripe fruits. I ate them and they were good.

Home From The Sawtooth Mountains

Didn't take too many pictures.

The vacation was something of a tangled web. Ain't that life sometimes. But the mountains are always beautiful, no matter how convoluted human relations get.

Off Away Into the Wild High Mountains

It's time for the annual Idaho trip. The Engineer insists that we leave before daybreak tomorrow morning. E- you again in a week or so.

Today in the Garden

The milkweed flowers have begun to wither. I'm afraid my timing for the milkweed documentation project is crummy. The Engineer and I are leaving Friday (altogether too early) in the morning for the annual Idaho trip. We will be gone eight days. I guess I'll have to turn my camera to the wilderness for a week and let the milkweed fend for itself.

And the tomatoes too. Hopefully some will start to color up while we're gone.

The Mystery of Milkweed

I like milkweed. I don't care that it's a weed. I like it. I also like monarch butterflies; that makes it a win-win liking.

Sometimes I need to pay more attention, though. It's embarrassing to realize that I've recognized milkweed, plant, flower and seedpod, since I was a kid, but have never really considered how the umbel of flowers develops into the seedpod.

Guess that's what a camera's for. Documenting the world's interesting things.

Buds two days ago.

An umbel of flowers today.

Blue

Hey Kate, guess what I have...

A blue rose of sharon.

Figured that the lady of the "too blue garden" would appreciate it.

If You've Got It, Flaunt It!

Since this is only the second time in my life I can remember this happening, I figured I'd preserve it for posterity.

Cleavage!

It's been unnaturally humid for Utah the last couple of days and my underwear wasn't wanting to cooperate as I donned it after my shower. By the time I got it on and the essentials jammed into place, everything was all humidity glued together in unusual positions. I was so astonished and delighted that I had to grab the camera to document that I do indeed have enough boob to make cleavage.

(Last time was when I was a gypsy for Halloween and stuffed three socks into each cup underneath the organic filling. Not particularly comfortable, but mildly spectacular.)