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.