I've stopped hoping for weather. When it was rainy and cold I wished for sun. Now it's in the 80s and 90s and the garden needs rain. The weather arrives in extremes and it's a fruitless endeavor to hope for anything different. But as much as I complain, I also love the variety. It accounts for scenes like this:
Everyday I'm in awe at how this steroidal weather has transformed our yard from drought scorched to tropical tangle. I'm fighting off sinister strands of wild cucumber and bringing armloads of wild rocket and mustard to the hens.
I put the rest of the garden in two weeks ago, including watermelon, honeydew, pumpkin, gourd, wintermelon, and various squashes.
The cold weather greens must be confused with these cold nights and hot days. Although, our Asian garden seems to be thriving in it- especially the daikon radish. In this bed we also have Chinese mustard, Chinese chives, napa cabbage, gai lan, several varieties of bok choi, and heirloom carrots.
Well, that's the news from the yard. I'll leave you with a few new pieces in the shop: