Every year I vow to properly map out and plan my vegetable garden, and to weed daily, and every year I find myself, in August, with a verdant jungle; wild, unruly, wanton. I’m resigned to this, and it’s glorious. Unfortunately, I don’t tend to even get a taste of the nascent green beans, or the first sweet yellow pear tomatoes, because little people pilfer all of it, at the first sign of emergence.  That’s ok though, I guess the bright side is that I know they’re getting their vegetables.  As you can see, the kids are at home, outside.

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We have been surviving (luxuriously) off of salads from lettuces that have now, thanks to the mini heat-wave last week, bolted.  So far, our tomatoes and and summer squash have come from the Jemseg River farm, located across the river from us (they sell their produce at the Boyce Market).  Our own little butternut squashes are starting to develop, and the celery is getting tall, and it doesn’t look like the tomato blight that wrought so much destruction last year is going to materialize this year, which is a treat.

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We leave for Vancouver after the opening of our exhibition, near the end of August, and while we will have someone taking care of the garden and the cats while we’re gone, I’m a little heartbroken over missing the garden at such a productive time.  On the other hand, there might be some tomatoes for me to eat when we return.