Summer’s waning days are full of surprises, such as this bounty of grapes that appeared out of nowhere, on a vine I wasn’t paying any attention to. Another week or two and they will be perfect for picking.
The magentaspreen is about to bloom. Each tall magentaspreen produces millions of tiny seeds, or so it seems. I haven’t taken the time to count the number of seeds a single magentaspreen produces. I’ve cut down most of the magentaspreen, and have left a few behind to seed next year’s crop.
Emma is a constant companion whenever I garden. She’s always telling me to do something, “Dig that up,” or, “There are juicier earthworms over there,” or something of the sort.
