And it’s about July. Yeah, we’re awesome that way. Good thing it’s not the pioneer days of plant or starve to death I suppose.
Some hired help went through here and sifted out rocks and big weeds, but enough time passed that weeds grew back. 😦 Hubby didn’t have a chance to put up my trellis for a while, and I haven’t had a chance to get out there and plant a blasted thing (between kids and hail and pouring rain, yeah).
My leeks are apparently going to seed, the broccoli didn’t do much besides start going to seed, and my lettuce is also a bit warm and has bolted. Figures. Also have turnips and/or beets going to seed, and then some shallots.
In the tire? A single potato plant. A leftover potato in the garden from last year that didn’t shrivel up all gooey and gross.
Above the tire on the right are random garlic that took root over in the grass elsewhere (I yanked the pathetic garlic, but didn’t cure it, and it just hung out all year long on the grass), and on the left is plantain. I think.
View of the un-jungle like backyard. My hired help did that for me (mowed the lawn, attacked things with the weed whacker, dug up a trench next to the house for us to put weed cloth and rocks). It was a happy day.