A tree of cabbage.

Anyone have favorite pickled cabbage recipes to share?

Peepin’ pepper

The plant’s more than a little upset about its transplant, deluge of rain, and baking sun combo, but still it persists.

What’s next?

So much room for activities weeds… More tomatoes and peppers? Shucks.

Because these okra need a lot of sweet potato neighbors.

Fingers crossed the radish sown at the base of each plant sprout soon enough to shade the soil to keep them happy as they solidify in their new homes.

Amok.

Larkspur seeded next door seven years gone. Seeds saved six. Seeds sown five years ago. On their own hence.

I’ll hope to snag a few in a few weeks

To bring them back “home.”

Next door to where they first laid down

Before oft they went to roam.

Our mystery has bloomed. A mystery, to me, it remains.

This pollinator of the “tree” of perpetual chard (taller than me!) See?

Turn and look down the birds’ sunflower path.

The radish seeds bulge bigger than the broccoli.

And just as I crouched down to capture the half of society, this little flutterby appeared and perched so perfectly.

I think he remembered.

It’s been ages since he’s been. Five years, perhaps? Half his life.

He saw my grubby shoes go by the door.

Wag.

I put on sunscreen.

Dance.

I grabbed my keys.

Whine. Whine.

I picked up the leash.

Loaded in the car, he quieted. Tongue lolling. Bracing corners. Toppling.

Just before the driveway to the parking lot.

Whinewhinewhinewhine.

Pranceprance.

I know, buddy, me, too.

Any guesses on this volunteer?