Here for your viewing pleasure we have, courtesy of E, a Butt Apple.  (Pomme de Butte sounds fancier.)  (Also a pretty fancy tat.)  We are a unique family.

E also alertly observed the sudden mysterious disappearance of all the booze.  What you see here is all non-A.

I got busy in the garden, finishing out the replanting of the first section.  Even after tilling and hoeing, the ground was so baked I couldn’t get the stakes into it!  I added a Portuguese kale, a mini pak choi, broccoli, and mixed Asian greens, all of it cold-hardy.  Naturally the temps returned to 90s for the week!  E was out there attempting to clean up the green swamp of a pool.

The hot peppers are still going strong—cayenne, jalapeños, and poblanos, mainly.  Bells are another one I can’t seem to grow.  Yet I did manage a few eggplants.

To read these posts, you’d never know there are genocides, assassinations, mass shootings, deportations, and racist fascism going on all around us daily.  Just to name a few.  I try to leave the atrocities to the “experts”.  If this were “The Expanse”, I’d be Prax.  I hope I’d be as courageous as he had to be when it came down to his own family and friends.  I’d be The Praxigatrix.