Thank you, Garden, for the kale: my most favorite vegetable, growing like a lush palm-tree jungle out there.
Thank you, Garden, for arm-loads of basil: for all the pesto in our bellies and in our freezer and in the homes of our dear friends.
Thank you, Garden, for the sunflowers: the girls marvel at how tall they have grown, how the bees love them so, and how they really do make seeds for the birds.
Thank you, Garden, for the cabbage: our second planting that has grown into robust heads after a rough start and is now almost ready to be made into Jeffrey's delicious sauerkraut.
Thank you, Garden, for a never-ending supply of sun gold tomatoes: how I love to watch the girls come running around the corner of the house with dress-loads of their golden goodness!
Thank you, Garden, for the peppers: they've made our pizzas, our salsas, and our sauces absolutely delicious. Hopefully I've left enough for pickling. . .
Thank you, Garden, for your surprises: like the baby Russian Sage plant that snuck in alongside a poppy transplanted from my parents' garden in the spring.
Thank you, Garden, for the flowers: every single day the insects have a feast and we have a rainbow of color brightening our home.
Thank you, Garden, for the herbs: the thyme, the cilantro, the parsley, the bronze fennel, the dill—have all graced our dishes.
Thank you, Garden, for flowers that keep blooming: the more the girls pick them, the more and more blossoms seem to appear.
Thank you, Garden, for our apricot tree: for its lush growth despite this hot, dry summer.
Thank you, Garden, for our baby raspberry bushes tucked away down the hill: for helping them grow strong, even when we left them mostly to themselves.
Thank you, Garden, for nourishing our family—our bodies and our souls—all summer long.