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How Does Your Garden Grow?

May 7, 2010
The garden beds are made
and the tender plants are put in the soil

Here is my garden this morning.
Please ignore the gate door in the background.
It just keeps falling off.

Our first tomato.
I picked it this morning thanks to a bird.
He couldn't wait either!

I think this is our first tomatillo.
I don't really know since I've never grown them before.



Is this what the plant is supposed to look like?
It seems kind of thin and spindly to me.


The peppers did not start out well.
They became a yellow-green and stayed small until last week.
All of a sudden, they greened up and took off.
We'll see if they can catch up.



We ate our first batch of okra 2 nights ago.
There were only a dozen or so, so I added some corn
and sauted them in some ghee.
Delicious! And not a hint of slimyness.

My herb garden and the start of the flowerbed.
Tony's mom gave us some flower seeds to attract butterflies and hummingbirds.
They are just sprouting.


I mentioned to my dear neighbor that I missed being able to visit Ben.
She bought this stone for us to place in the garden.
I was touched beyond words.


The herbs: rosemary, basil, mint, thyme, and lemon balm.


Do you have a garden? What do you plant?








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  1. KarenJune 29, 2010 at 10:03 AM

    The garden looks like it will bring you a summer-full of delight. I especially love the plaque in honor of Ben and the comfort that will be having a place in your own yard to be with him. Big hugs...

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  2. Maggie @ From the HeartJune 29, 2010 at 1:22 PM

    I've never been able to plant my own garden since I've lived in apartments and dorms the last 5 years. Hopefully next summer I will be able to! The plaque to honor Ben is beautiful!

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