“Would you count to twenty and then do the same for the next tall plant and the next one?”
“Right here, mama?”
I hope these little bean flowers make food before the heat causes them to keel over.
Not everything out of place is unwanted in its place.
Okra! How I miss okra. Good to see you are settling toes into your new piece of earth.
No okra down there for you?
No. It’s Mama deer’s favorite food, right up there with roses and hibiscus (don’t have those either). I plant a couple bushes at the school garden, right next to a compost pile; usually gives me enough for a salad snack. I deer there.
*NO deer there.