Day 8

Yesterday brought a mighty rain in the early morning, which eventually gave way to sunshine in the afternoon. Good for the plants. Not so good for mucking about during football season (when the only time to garden on a Sunday is before the first game begins). But, we did take pictures to document this journey, and here they are today:

[caption id="attachment_73" align="alignnone" width="625"]Red swiss chard, bending and standing. A blurry bit of red swiss chard, bending and standing.[/caption]

[caption id="attachment_71" align="alignnone" width="625"]The beginnings of carrots The beginnings of carrots, in the pose of tadaasanaa - mountain pose![/caption]

[caption id="attachment_70" align="alignnone" width="625"]Such a humble little dill Such a humble little dill, holding a drop of water.[/caption]

And no garden is quite complete without a feline, such as this fine little creature:

[caption id="attachment_72" align="alignnone" width="625"]Kiki, one of the felines we share our garden with. Kiki, one of the felines we share our garden with.[/caption]

There she sits, poised so gracefully, in front of the lantana. The other cats, I am very sorry to say, are like lettuces: they bolt. Oh, except this one, who is our proverbial "fence sitter," if I ever saw one. Ah, so much like her human.

[caption id="attachment_74" align="alignnone" width="625"]Do I go out? Do I stay in? How much can I lose? How much can I win? Do I go out? Do I stay in? How much can I lose? How much can I win?[/caption]

The only ones we haven't seen in this short week are: onions (or "funions," as my other half calls them), scallions, and coriander. I wonder what they're waiting for? Ah, well, it's certainly we who are waiting.