In The Garden - June 11

An eternal truth - weed seeds will germinate and grow faster than the seeds of any desirable plant.  Guaranteed.  *sighs*  I have spent a lot of time this week removing the undesirable elements so that the yummy and beautiful ones have room to grow.  Doesn't usually bother me as much later in the season when the zucchini plants are six feet across, but now, when they're only two inches tall, those weeds just irritate the heck out of me.  It is somewhat satisfying to rip them out by their little roots and compost them.  Great way to vent my frustrations!

 Grow, little guy, grow!  I have big plans for you.  Bwahahaha!  Actually, my plans for you are the same as the plans that I've had for every first tomato every year since I've had a garden of my own.  I will eat you as I stand in the garden.  Nothing tastes as good as that first tomato every year.

This is a sight of great joy.  These poppies are the progeny of poppy seed that Grandpa Clow gave me when we first moved into the house only a few months before he died.  The seeds were originally gathered by him and his family from wild colonies of poppies growing in the Arizona desert.

When I moved the herb garden last year, I tried to plant the herbs in between the patches of poppies, hoping that the poppies would seed as usual and come up in the same spot this year.  The poppy plants seemed to resent the intrusion and showed their disapproval and looking very sad for the rest of the growing season.  I wasn't sure whether they had set any seed or not.  They did!  I have a small, but thriving patch of poppies keeping my herbs company.

My pink peonies.  I just love the color and fragrance!  These were given to me by Carol Brown, starts that someone had given her.  Took a few years for them to become established, but they are well worth the wait.

This is one of my gardening assistants.  LOL!  She took a break to swing for a bit.  She calls the swing "weeee".  When I took out my camera, she said 'cheese'.  The whole time she was swinging, she repeated "weeee" "cheese", "weeee" "cheese", over and over.  When I put the camera back in my pocket, she yelled "cheese, Granny, cheese!"  So I had to take this one last picture.