It was mowing day, oddly one of the few things I look forward to.  As long as the ignorant savages leave me alone, I’m happy to be out there.

If you squint at the photos, you might think you were looking at an idyllic secret garden that someone put some effort into, because so many plants voluntarily came back on their own.  Imagine if we had our own little private plot, what we could do with it.  It might not seem like a lot, but to us it’s a luxury we hope for.

Note the mystery melons are multiplying, and the grapes hanging from power lines are ripening.

There’s a pepper of some kind, and some ornamental peppers.

The apples are also ripening.  There may be pie in our future.

Lots of flowers, of course…

The motherlode of volunteer tomatoes, and a Founders All Day IPA complete the picture.