Farmer Holly

Things in my garden are growing. I have a bounty, such as it is. Under all those huge red-tinged green wings, beets are actually forming.










Little carrots are shouldering the soil out of the way.













Furry tomato stems are dropping their golden flowers
to make way for tiny, bright green fruits. These are the same tomatoes that I raised from seed in my dining room during the dead of winter. The mother of an Olympian could not feel more proud than I do now.













My string beans have delicate purple flowers on them. I knew I didn't order the scarlet bean, but it never occurred to me to wonder what the color would be if it weren't red.



My zucchini and pumpkins have the predictable squash flower on them, but how was I to know the the zucchini flower would be curled around into the shape of soft-serve while the pumpkin's looks like a ruffled petticoat?








Amazing.














My cucumbers are falling a bit behind, so I put the metal garden ornament that my mother-in-law gave me behind them. It commands them to GROW.










Evidently I left it near the lettuces too long.


















So the arugula has gone to seed. Twice. The lettuce bolted and my radishes produced beautiful leaves and no roots whatsoever. So what? I have the glow of an urban farmer and I am basking in it.