Exhibit B, a baby pickle, brineless, yet, but consider the bad music of the word cucumber and the nuclear cuteness of cuke and you'll se why i went with the weird yet wonderful pickle. To perk up an afternoon, try rhyming it with motorcycle.
Squash flowers turned into squash.
Pretty bird eating in my berry tree.
Pickle/motorcycle - didn't Arlo Guthrie come up with that too? Hah. Loving these garden shots Jen.
Posted by: Stacey | June 24, 2010 at 06:51 AM
In DC we used to keep a patch in a community garden on 15th Street NW. We worked in the sun and tended the vegetables and herbs, which grew pretty well considering we were amateur gardeners. Other people would transgress the garden and harvest our food before we could, but after a while we decided not to mind that too much. We were feeding someone needy and at least they were eating their vegetables instead of McDonalds.
Posted by: Eric Bourland | June 24, 2010 at 12:56 PM
Such pretty shots - and that's a female cardinal. I'm impressed by your squash, too - all I have so far is blossoms!
Posted by: Laura Orem | June 25, 2010 at 06:34 AM
Beautiful, Jennifer.
Posted by: DL | June 26, 2010 at 12:41 AM