It's that time of year where things move and change and grow so quickly, it's hard to believe. Surely, those peas were not mere seedlings two weeks ago. Surely, they've always been there, a friendly frondy forest of white flowers and swelling pods. I need to get out there and take some up-close pictures, so you can really see what's happening, but let me tell you, instead: my tomatoes are flowering, my potatoes are flowering. The California poppies I scattered in between the potatoes are flowering. I'm trying to stay on top of picking lettuce, and spinach, and arugula, and broccoli. My usual line to Patrick, when we walk in the garden, is, "Man, it's going to be a good year."
Tomorrow, we host our annual open house party for friends and family far and near. Last year, it poured all day and all night and into the next day. This year, it is going to be gorgeous and 80 degrees, because we are seriously owed some perfect weather, dude. We earned our rain karma last year. Looking forward to the day. What's in your plans for this weekend, friends?