Garden update

The gettin is good. 

Lately, I stand in the backyard, look around, and pat myself on the back.  Ninety percent of what I'm looking at in the garden was planted as a seedling, by my own hands. 

Last week, I picked the last of the baby beets that managed to grow, picked most of the cippolinni onions (which we will be dining on tonight, braised with mushrooms and placed on top of juicy, grilled steak), and tried to tackle the basil. 

We have a lot of basil, to say the least. 

Tomatoes are growing and we even have some squash as well.  I picked these today, to which I declared the color of the day as "yellow"

This little garden just amazes me everyday.  Take away the produce that we've produced and I still get a kick out of it.  The way the vines reach up to the sky and proclaim their yellowy blooms. The way a morning glory has managed to climb quickly up the bird feeder that was once occupied by Chippy before the groundhog chomped off it's green leaves.  The way dewy tomatoes hide among it's leaves and stems.  And the big, chunky green tomatoes that we will be feasting on any day now.  I love it all. 

That was all me, people.

Then, turn off the lights and take another look at the garden.  I can't decide whether or not I like it better during the day or at night. 

I can't get enough of that magical glow. 

But really, this garden has been all about the Dahlias the last couple of weeks.  All, which happen to be poppin up pink, despite the yellows, whites, and reds I also planted.  I literally swoon over these glorious flowers. 

Tonight, we're dining on the onions and including some of those golden cherry tomatoes in a salad. 

How's that for soaking up the summer?