A Season of Hope

The garden in spring... Looking around, I am pleased to see fruits. Wildlife and weather usually take a significant toll on our harvest, but perhaps this year there will be enough peaches for all of us. 

Figs look promising, too, and even our small persimmon tree has more than a couple of fruits.

Pepper plants have begun to yield even though the plants are still small. We'll eventually have to stake many of them. Our one tomato plant, a cherry variety, is comically tiny, but it seems to always have an offering. 

Our blackberries have never produced much while trying to take over our garden and, possibly, the world. We tried to yank them, which I regret it because, well, that's very nearly impossible. Tenacious doesn't begin to express their staying power. Ah, well, what can I do but salute them? I only wish they'd give us berries. But they won't, especially this year. It's all new wood. 

Our few grape vines are growing, untrained and exuberant. This year, we even have a volunteer wild grape growing in our front garden. We'll have to get them all under control! We eat the leaves (stuffed grapeleaves) and never really worry about the grapes, which is just as well as birds and possibly other creatures harvest them long before we can. 

There is work to be done. It's a happy prospect.

Wishing you beautiful days ahead!