Perennial scabiosa in her blooming stage. And she’s hella tall. Did I accidentally get Cephalaria Gigantea? Because it’s on my “plants to consider list,” and I might need to cross it off.

All I see are smiling faces. #nepeta

Little Bunny Frou Frou! aka one of the few Bunny Tails not eaten by a bunny. Hey Alanis, is this irony?

Tomatoes in t-minus 3-4 weeks? What are your bets?

6:40 am. runner beans.

Ornamental and edible is a major plant flex. Here we have chard, nasturtium, and violas.

Cicada shit is still happening. #broodXIII

The ‘sunset’ (pink) and ‘scarlet’ (red) runner beans are fulfilling my dreams of a sunset themed patio garden.

We’re starting to looking like a garden over here!

The runner beans y’all. These betties are the one to finally reveal the long planned patio garden theme of Sunset. These seed beans were actually called “sunset” and they were planted among other runner beans call “scarlet”. Seems on point to me. Thanks boo boos!

While the dead, shriveled, and/or dismembered cicada bodies that cover the ground are cringe-worthy, the lost wings are lovely and ethereal. #broodXIII

Update on the scabiosa: she’s still tempting us. And doing it in style.

A complete bowl of salad greens all from the lettuce bed. They’re really onto something when they say, “grow what you like to eat.” This is unparalleled satisfaction. I grew a meal. From goddam seeds.

The hunter. If only for cicadas. Which she pukes up later, every time.

A lesson in “you don’t always have to follow what the seed packet says.” These nigellas were not supposed to “respond well” to transferring the sprouts from the seed flat to these larger pots because they “don’t like root disturbance.” They literally didn’t complain once and there have been no wilting and no deaths.

The runner beans are just bragging at this point. Ooh look how fast we grow! Ooh look how well we climb! Ooh look at our gorgeous leaves! Ooh just wait for our flowers! And I’ll do all over those things with a dopey smile on face at 5:30 in the morning sipping my coffee in an oversized black sweatshirt with the hood covering my head like a crazed woman.

Y’all! that’s three for three on the dahlias. This is the one I had such little hope for. Will I ever learn the resiliency of plants? She was so shriveled and dead looking when I pulled her from winter storage. Here she stands, triumphant!

boy howdy, that perennial scabiosa is going to pop any day now. her gorgeous foliage has been teasing me for weeks.

This is the first year I’ve had such success with growing nasturtiums from seed. Two things changed: I sowed them in situ and I ignored the seed packet advice that said they have no problem growing in poor soil conditions. Sure they grow, but not well. Here, I’ve got like six plant come up that are like two weeks old in well draining, nutrient rich soil with a boost from some organic fertilizer. My goal is for them to spill over into a glorious waterfall of sunset-y colors.

Stare at a fern long enough and it’ll stare back.