my fenced in veggie garden which is inside a fenced back yard surrounded by fenced in dogless neighbor’s yards. Can’t be to careful with my ladies honor, you know, though the way they’ve ran rabbits for the last six months, a little sooner might improve the pack. I really shouldn’t say that since Dixie And Sugar are in heat.

And speaking of gardens

“You’ve been awful quite about your garden this year, ain’t you?”
Well it’s disgraceful. You’d think I was a Yankee or a carpetbagger or outsider wanting to make a buck off the things I've enjoyed for the last fifty years with the way I've clung to the air conditioning after 11 in the morning. Not that I have anything against Yankee’s as long as they go home when they finish visiting. I finally gave up any pretense that I was going to hoe the smut grass, grub the nutgrass, pull the morning glory and try to snatch out the bindweed in order to uncover any surviving vegetables. Instead, I RoundUpped almost the whole garden , in spite of the fact that I tend to lean toward the organic side of gardening. It’s mostly dried straw now waiting for mulching blade to shred it for tilling back into the garden. Yes, I know…seeds. And diseases.
Well, I’ll have to fight that battle next summer. I’ll probably plant the garden in turnips and carrots for the winter and worry about rabbit dogs and deer.

I did get a very few pinkeyes before I lost sight of them under the fence to fence, mass of green growing morning glory vines, running on top of the taller weeds that overshadowed the slower lower growing domesticated peas.

The tomatoes, except for the Husky 100, a cherry tomato, said to heck with it and died. Cause unknown except for the couple I hooked with the lawnmower in one of my vain attempts to bushhog a Walking path through the “garden”. Those would qualify as collateral damage. The others?

The cherry tomato, being mostly weed to begin with, gave me a good crop of sweet and fairly thin skinned fruit till a bad swing with the RoundUp wand ended their days.

Pepper’s? I had to beg a jar of jalapeno’s from a friend. I hope no one I know sees me if I have to buy some cayenne’s at the Pig on Stadium Drive to make a hot sauce for the above mentioned greens.

The only desirable thing in my garden right now are three five foot cages of speckled butterbean vines with some giant zinnia’s peaking out, providing some color beyond the yellow of the sunflowers and the tan of the now sun bleached dead weeds.. The home cages are completely covered in butterbean vines and the beans are making a run for it on some nearby cucumber and tomato trellis’s. One set of vines are climbing on a bloomed out sunflower that finally succumbed to the combined weight of it‘s seed heads and the speckled butter bean vines. The small white flowers are starting to bloom in clusters and might make a crop. I’d picked some earlier in the summer, but they took off on a vine spurt and didn’t’ bloom much till now.

With the exception of my water garden and the abundance of hurricane fencing, nothing distinguish this house and yard from the neighbors. No character. Just a house. And as such it will remain. Within the next two years, I plan to move and my eye is on selling