What is this blooming garden? I’ve never had such luck with squashes and pumpkins and cucumbers before this season. It must be a fluke. Surely the gophers or deer are on their way to destroy this lush bounty any moment now?
Or perhaps the drought has kept them away from the nearby dried-out creekbed long enough to make a truly homemade salad.
The chickens are delighted to fly the coop any chance they get to revel in their dirt baths and nibble grass. The dog lounges languidly beside the rosemary, keeping an eye out for her favorite forbidden delight–the hapless honeybee. I defend the tiny bee from the buzz-hungry dog, water the garden and say a prayer of gratitude.