Gardening? What's that?

Not much gardening has been going on around here the last two days, I'm afraid. I pulled another few ounces of salad greens and two more black radishes the other day. The squash and zucchini are doing very well and the replacement beans are looking to root. The peas are blooming (and to think I almost ripped them out), and I'm attacking each pepper flower with a q-tip since none has been appropriately pollinated yet, and all this between rain bursts.

**addendum, I just sneaked out after writing this initially and saw that more pepper blossoms that I had hand pollinated had fallen off at the stem. Any ideas why? My soybeans are emerging, my eggplant flower is opening and my empty square of bush cucumbers that had so long refused to sprout, did so today. At least there isn't a blank...EG, you feeling me?


It's been raining on and off here, as in seemingly most of the country, since last Friday. Seems as though every storm has dropped tons of rain, mass amounts of hail and kicked off a few tornadoes. The toads are floating...seriously. We have another storm going outside right now and the news reports some places may get up to 5 inches. Gibson, our Great Dane, is doing his best Chicken Little impression pacing around as if the world is coming to an end. Occasionally he'll stick his nose in the children's faces and plead for them to heed his warning only to continue his rounds when they don't give him his required response.

The boy brought home one of those preschool fill in the blank Mother's Day cards for which he dictated the answers for the blanks to his teacher to complete. It's about time someone realized that I truly am 6 feet tall and 38 pounds. It's good to know that his misconceptions about my height and weight are just as solidly grounded in improbability as my own.

On that note, I think I'll polish off that piece of cheesecake in the fridge before I go to bed. I hear I don't need to feel guilty about it.

The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.