Saturday is a special day

It's the day we slave away in the garden for nine hours yet still not

finish! I have some more corn and my melon and giant pumpkin plants

are ready to go in but waited so long to do it the weeds had come back

since David last tilled. Much gratitude goes to Bro. Ferrin, who

hardly knows me, but enthusiastically retilled it, calling the hour of

physical labor on a Saturday "better than Prosac." I'd have to agree.

Physical work outside has been a bastion against the crazy for three

gardening seasons now.

I had read that you can plant radishes with carrot and beet seeds 
because they ripen so fast that when you pull them it spaces the other 
root veggies as they start to get going.  I won't be trying this again 
because 1. Really, who can eat the six buckets of radishes that 
result?  I used six in a salad last night and not even the chickens 
could finish off the rest. 2. By the time I finally got out there to 
rescue the patches from the speedy weeds, some of the radishes were 
gigantic mutants. 3.  Pulling up the weeds and radishes stressed the 
carrots and beets and half couldn't  stay up without all that radish/
weed support. So here are some monsters.

Potato flowers. Supposedly they are ready to start eating when they 
flower. To store or get the nice hard skin, you leave them a few weeks 
after the plants die. Looking forward to digging me up a treat.

Mayflower pole beans. This variety was actually on the boat!

Inca rainbow corn from Bakers Creek Rare Seeds.

I love getting back in the dirt. Joblessness is sweet!  Thanks Dave!  
(And Happy Fathers Day!  I adore you!)