Mr. Pig welcomes you to the garden.
Little does he know that the herbs growing behind him may very well end up brushed with butter all over his Boston Butt.
Have you met the gardeners?
Ooh, I do like my neck in that poorly cut and pasted photo. So long and lean. A giraffe neck! I seem to be not quite attached to my collar, however.
It's probably because I'm a fraud. A fraud, I tell you!
Todd is the only farmer in our house. I just eat the food and hang garden tools on my walls.
Remember my rakish art? I believe I've shown it to you before.
And guess what I just found...
Photo by flatcreekforge.etsy.com
My new friend Tammy over at Flat Creek Farm has a blacksmithing husband who made it from a railroad spike. He sells them in his Etsy store, flatcreekforge.etsy.com It looks like art to me.
Back to gardening...
You've heard what my pal Emily Dickinson wrote about gardening, haven't you?
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church,
I keep it staying at Home -
With a bobolink for a Chorister,
And an Orchard, for a Dome.
By the way, children, if you're reading this...you know we go to church on Sunday. Don't even try the gardening excuse.
(Not that my children would do that, of course.)
Come on, let's go touring around my--well, Todd's-- garden.
Are these not the biggest tomato cages you've ever seen?
My husband is an optimist, imagining Jolly Green Giant sized tomato plants. Tons of tomatoes for our favorite tomato pie.
Excuse me while I wipe the drool off my long lean neck.
As long as we're out here, I've got a question to ask you. Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Rosemary and Thyme.
We've got blueberries too.
Hopefully no bears live in our subdivision. (Did I ever tell you Sarah's nickname is Sal? Do you know why this makes any sense?)
And in this corner, we've got one little spear of asparagus, inching its deliciousness out of the soil.
We're on our second asparagus season of the spring. The first batch already grew and flowered and was cut down and trampled.
No, it wasn't trampled. I just felt like saying that.
Need a fig leaf, Eve?
We've got loads of them.
Hopefully we'll have loads of figs too.
How about muscadines?
That's a strange, pungent southeastern grape that you have to peel and eat skinless. Not only do they taste like nothing else you've ever tried, they have the weird texture of eyeballs in your mouth. They make a most delicious wine.
Mmm. Everyone in my house is crazy about them. Tanner is too, although they make his face swell to twice its size. No no, Tanner. Don't even think about it.
Have a wonder-full Friday, y'all, and a super weekend!
PS. Excuse this post's weird title. I just wanted an excuse to use the word bobolink.