Garden Patrol

George, the big orange cat who signed on with us last year, patrols the yard. Every so often, he checks the garden that grows around the gazebo. Let's follow him on yesterday's patrol:

The snapdragons seem to be doing well. And the rocks look OK.

Behind the gazebo is the vegetable garden. The zucchini plants are really growing!

But these peppers could be doing better.

These tomato plants are looking good. 

But the butternut squash plants are kind of small.

The peppers on this end aren't too bad.

And the heirloom tomato plants look great.

Some kind of pink bush is blooming.

And that's how the garden grows.

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November Garden

Despite a couple of cold days, this November has been especially warm. Until a few days ago, flowers still  bloomed, including this rose—a slip of which I brought from Mama's yard in 1999.

Along the same wall as the rose, the Rose of Sharon bushes have lost their leaves, but marigolds kept blooming.

A closer view:

A profusion of mums by the gazebo held on:

But the vegetable gardens are gone. Recently I ate the last of the peppers from the little vegetable garden. Everything else, except for a few gone-to-seed onions, is history.

Two weeks ago, the lower garden looked like this—a tangle of tomato vines and peppers and weeds.

My husband bush-hogged over it . . .

. . . and it soon looked like this:

Then he tilled it . . .

. . . until it looked like this:

So has does my garden grow? It doesn't. Check back in the spring.

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Summer Bounty

My little garden has been providing enough zucchini to have a serving (or more) a day and plenty of tomatoes and cucumbers. The peaches are all gone (the last ones were pickled) and the yellow squash succumbed to squash beetles, but I'm still picking something every day.


Eating fresh veggies from the garden minutes after you pick them is the way to go.

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