A garden update:

Jessica, my tomato-start benefactor, informed me that I planted the tomatoes way too close together. So I moved half of them. Hopefully they make it.



The plants at the end of the garden here are zucchini and yellow squash. I'm pretty sure.

Because you see, stuff is coming out of the ground. Lots of stuff. I think it's mostly the stuff I planted, not weeds, but I know zip about gardening. And when the girls "helped" me plant, it meant that seeds didn't exactly get planted in nice rows...we've got sprouts coming up every which way. When I start to see anything that resembles what's in the grocery store, then I'll know for sure :)




I believe this is sugar snap peas, with a little mystery sprout beside it. Lettuce, perhaps? Or a weed. Could be a weed.



Blueberries. I know blueberries. We weren't supposed to let the bushes get fruit this first year, but I never did get around to pinching off the flowers...and now we have blueberries. Oh well.



This is an angry little girl leaning against our van. That, I can identify from all the way across the yard. Plus, she told me, as I was taking the picture, that she was angry. It was a week ago, though, and I no longer remember what she was angry about. She's all wet because they helped me water the plants, but I don't think that's what made her mad. It was probably her big sister. If not that, probably the little one.



And these are roses. I was blessed to move into a house with half-a-dozen mature rose bushes in the front yard. I do nothing to them, and they flourish. I prune them in early spring, and I occasionally spray them with an anti-black-spot spray, and I sometimes pull off the spotted leaves when they do get black spot. I don't even water them. And they love my neglect, and they reach up into the heavens (taller than the house, one of the bushes is, even though I pruned it waaay back a few months ago) and they bloom with glorious abandon all summer. Especially in June. I love June.