I took this picture this morning. It's just slightly overwhelming. The bushy looking stuff in the front is asparagus, hopefully they will be wonderful next spring. The next row over is full of two types of strawberries - I think they took rather well. The empty space was full of carrots. We had a decent harvest, most were not damaged. We harvested them when it was too warm out, and they are a bit bitter raw, though they cook up nicely. The tall vine is lima beans, and I also spotted our first bean! We grew bush beans, but we have a clever rabbit that loves to chew them down to the ground...no bush beans for us this year (I only just now appreciate the irony of the Disney version of Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh). We've also had some strong thunderstorms, which have blown over our corn. None of the stocks are broken, and the roots seem to be in tact as well. Greg is planning on trying to tie them up this week. The row after corn are tomatoes, and they are going crazy. They also seem to be our rabbits next favorite treat. We got in the habit of throwing partially eaten fruits to the chickens while our nieces and a nephew were visiting, which they LOVED (both the kids and the chickens). One poor tomato will be bum rushed by 25 crazy chicks, and devoured in less than a minute. So, even though we lost all of our squash, things are mostly going well.
We also planted a line of sunflowers. Most of the plants that survived the bunnies and birds are this dark variety, which Greg grew in Michigan. Only this time, each plant has multiple blooms!
The one yellow sunflower that has survived, plus a bee (we finally started to see bees about 1 month ago!!!!!)
Onion harvest - currently curing in the garage (which now smells wonderful).
And a chicken update - they managed to peck the string that holds their little door to the coop open to death, snapping it, and locking themselves out all night. Of course, the run has no human access, and Greg was at work. So I called my Dad and we finally came up with the idea of holding the door up with scrap wood. Crazy chickens. I hope there is a correlation between craziness and tastiness. 