Mum’s the word.

Our second season is starting. 

I’m not sure if we ever have spring…

Or perhaps we have two.

Peas have yet to make it into the house before being devoured. I planted twice as many this year. This is about a quarter of them. I still have no hope that any will cross the threshold into the kitchen. (I’m ok with this.)

Whichever season you’re in or entering into, I hope you find it’s joy..

And it’s bounty.

The underneath.

A perpetual chard that perpetually grew until it finally lost to Texas summer. 

A potted parsley planted and left for a year or so that’s gone to seed.

A misplaced mysterious melon. 

Malabar spinach’s inaugural year.

Complete with unexpected flowers.

And nearby neighbors.

The ants have bloomed.

I can’t think of a better way to describe it. Deluge after deluge and then a pause. I could escape! The tomatoes need to come out as they stopped earning their keep weeks and weeks ago. 

I stepped into the garden and the ground was moving. My skin was on edge. There were multi lane freeways and block parties of ants in every bed, in every path, on every post. 

My husband had read about a new bait he’d been wanting to try: peanut butter and borax. He whipped up a batch and I set about with a spoon.

This was two weeks ago now. They nearly disappeared for a week. Today was round two. 

I think I’ll stick to a three day cycle to try and truly banish them for at least a little while. Between the ants, mosquitos, and poison oak, outside is a little more vicious this year than most.

But then there’s this …

My storm drain has never looked so nice.