Heihei survived a fox attack, now she takes nobody's flak.



This is King Snow. He has to go.



Oh, but he is handsome. On his head, there is a ransom.



Eggs every day, cooked every way.



Wisteria finally climbing, such peculiar timing.

Morning Glory vines compete, wants to cover fence complete.



In back, thanks to soil so loaming, every which way squash are roaming.



Squash blossoms curled like fingers, soon suddenly zucchini lingers.



Mother says, "Quick! Go on, now pick!"
Before too big, get that squash!
We'll take it in and we will wash."



Hidden deep we then find, a pure white pumpkin beneath the vine.



When it comes to all our carrot, we're not so sure we want to share it.



But zucchini we have way too much, best give to friends for soup and such.



And now so patiently we wait, for tomatoes red enough to plate.



And sometimes we all start fights, for who gets carrot-picking rights.



Oh, here is something I did sprout, to make our beloved sauerkraut!



The dog looks up and says, "No beef? In this garden full of leaf?"



But look! I grew onions right from seed. They have been a pain to weed.



Finally tomatoes blush so red, canning salsa lies ahead!



Infant in all the flora and fauna, buds future eggplant parmigiana.



Here a pretty cabbage grew, I captured it with pretty dew.



If plump and orange this pumpkin plan turn, he will be our jack-o'-lantern.



Now see how grows our morning glory, this the end of our garden story.




Cheers,
Heather