Garden love

Today I decided I’m not going to write about the trials of overcoming a shattered friendship with an addict, the frustrations of raising a teen and a toddler, living with one car or whatever else is driving me to get back on “the happy pills.”

Today I am going to focus on something wonderful: our summer garden. While the rest of the world is watching the 2008 summer games in Beijing, relaxing by the shore or chasing Sasquatch through the bayou, we’re reaping the benefits of our best-ever summer garden. We’ve had a lot of rain this season, which has made our plants grow crazy-nuts huge.

Oh sure, our water bill will be high and the weeding is endless, but we’ve had some of the most amazing salads, fresh salsas and dishes with zucchini, squash, tomatoes, peppers and corn. I love love love having a big bowl of freshly picked vegetables on my kitchen counter. For those of you know at thing or two about me, fresh produce=sexytimes.

Here are some of the highlights.

The goods:

The good earth:



Good for the garden:

Good god:

**I found the praying mantis in our coneflowers. The biggest one I’ve ever seen. We took it inside to photograph. Left the room for a moment to get a new lens. When we returned, all I can say is, things got very strange. The weirdness isn’t all happening south of the Mason-Dixon line.**