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“Gardens are like young children,” Bryon said. “You can’t leave them alone for too long because they become unruly.” We left ours alone for almost two weeks to get the boys settled for summer school and returned to find this was, indeed, true. Our neighbors had been invited to take whatever ripened while we were away:  “Help yourselves–please!”  Only one took us up on our offer, but even he couldn’t keep up with the fruit, vegetable, and egg madness.

Can the romaine get any taller? Is there any kale that hasn’t already bolted? The beets are practically climbing out of the garden beds.

Bryon picked roughly 16 gallons of beans. For starters. (I think he’s getting pretty sick of them.) 

With luck, we’ll get a few sponges.

Sure, butterflies are pretty. However, they lay eggs that turn into caterpillars that eat plants ….

Our rooster led a rogue incursion into the garden. The budding insurgency was quashed in short order.

Once the vegetables have been harvested, Bryon will spray! He prefers Neem oil, which is organic but effective.

… one of our hens, as she was making her escape.

We had several of these come visit us today.

These are doing surprisingly well in the heat.

We have roughly a dozen apple trees, of different varieties.

These were partly overshadowed by the lettuce plants.

Our rooster takes his hen-tending responsibilities very seriously.