Yesterday, all afternoon and into the dark by flashlight, we planted the garden. You know, I'm of the persuasion that if enough is good, too much is better. And there is no such thing as too much garden. Hah.

We planted summer squash and zucchini in the front lawn and put a tiny white fence around each mound to keep them from being stepped on.

In the back we planted beets and peas and chard. We have been getting veggies from a farm nearby and we are sick to death of carrots and celery. Not to mention broccoli. I'm sure we'll recover once we've had something different to eat for a while--and soup isn't soup without carrots and celery.

No radishes. Oh, yes, spinach. How could I forget? I love spinach, especially raw in salads. The two Better Boy tomatoes went into big pots. Pretty early for tomatoes, but I don't think we're going to get a frost.

We will have to keep an eye out for the possum. I don't know if it will eat our garden once it sprouts? If it does, I'll have to fence it in. Possums never bothered the tomatoes (which are relatives of the nightshade and really just cultivated weeds), but I haven't planted tender veggies in a long time and don't know what the wildlife will take a fancy to.

I checked this morning. No sprouts yet. I'll keep you posted (you know I obsess over every leaf and bud).

I didn't see any jerusalem artichoke starters in the nursery. I have a tub to put them in if I ever find any. Yummy!