The weather broke this morning, and I ventured into the jungle.
There have been years when I've given up on the garden in mid-August. Instead of reaching for a hoe, I get out the mower.
But I was feeling optimistic this morning. A drop in temperature and humidity can do that.
I weeded the raised bed, and then sowed lettuce and pea seeds.
Then I moved onto harvesting. When picking cucumbers, I found Mr. Toad.
When picking tomatoes, I heard a demanding cluck. The hens know that when I'm in the garden, they get the split tomatoes, the overripe cantaloupe, the foot-long zucchini.
I tossed the hen a few split cherry tomatoes and watched her swallow it whole.
Soon, she had friends.The beggars were in luck. Heavy rainfall during tomato season usually causes the tomatoes to split. I had lots of split tomatoes.
I still have plenty of weeds in the garden, and the potatoes are ready for harvest. But that will come another day.