


The garden is doing great. It turns out I am great at growing morning glory. My Great-Grandma Hansen would be so proud. She loved morning glory. But on the other had Great-Grandpa was always trying to kill it. My dad says that never a summer went by without him here at least one argument between them concerning this matter. The beets are all pickled and canned. I even tried some on my salad at lunch and they were great. I have 10 rows of peas that are have pods ripe and ready every day to be picked. It is a pain in the butt to pod all those peas. But I eat a few as I go and it makes it worth it. The zucchini is going crazy. I have already shared a bunch with the neighbors and froze some for bread this winter. I haven't had any red tomatoes yet but lots of green so there is hope. J's pumpkin is taking over the south end and he may have to have a pumpkin sale in the fall. Let see we have carrots, potatoes, squash, corn, peppers, and cucumbers coming too. It has been fun to have my own garden but man I didn't realize how much work it was going to be.
