I’d thought we were done with spring. Weeks hitting 80 and nights no longer cooling. Broccoli bolting and tomatoes past ready.
This week cooled again. Highs in the 60s, lows in the 40s, and everyone out soaking in the final days before the heat truly takes hold.
Each evening I’d lay on a blanket ten feet from the back door while DH or his amazing mother made dinner. Our daughter would ask me to find bugs, so we’d peer through the grass for ants and pill bugs (or rollie pollies, or as she calls them “doodle buhgs.”)
Today marks the last day of bed rest. She and I are outside examining pebbles and spilling water bottles. DH is planting tomatoes (24 transplants this year, and 14 of them kept their labels!)
“The volunteer dill is doing its job,” he announces. He comes over to help me up and the nearly-four of us trek to the dill. Sure enough.
Hello there, handsome.
plumdirt 
Yay, dill ‘pillars! Last day of bed rest must be that the bun is DUN. enjoy the cool temps and here’s to an uneventful delivery to another garden babe. Cheers, A!
Maybe! Could be another six weeks, although it doesn’t feel like it. Such beautiful weather though…couldn’t help planting the peppers and sowing the squash today.
I saw a swallowtail flittering around my volunteer dill, but never landed. I hope she comes back!!!
I have no scientific evidence, but I think the flittering is the egg laying, so you could be in luck!
oh awesome, I didn’t know that! It would have been more convenient for me if she would have got for the fennel, as the dill is in a bad spot, but alas: nature does what she wants!