My new computer still isn’t ready, so I continue to make do with my iPad. It is a spectacular June day in southern California. Birds are singing, a gentle breeze is blowing off the ocean, and all is right with my green world.
I just finished watering the front, and am sitting on my comfy chair on the deck in back, admiring my jungle of a garden back here.
That was the front yard. With luck, a photo of the back will show up below. Or several photos.
And that’s what the view from the deck looks like. My tomatoes have turned the back beds into a green tangle of growth. My German Johnson has reached a height of six feet already, but has set only one marble- sized tomato. It’s going to be a race to see which ones will ripen first– Early Girls, Box Car Willie, Mortgage Lifter, Super Marzano, or Black Plum. Neither of the oxheart tomatoes have fruited yet, and Paul Robeson is lagging behind as well. The Amish Paste and Big Russian Paste tomatoes are setting like gangbusters.
June is a happy time in the garden. Flowers galore on the squash, pumpkins, tomatoes and cucumbers, but nothing to pick, so I’m not up to my ears in canning jars. I think I ‘ll have another cup of coffee.