{friday}
{yesterday, same spot}
That stuff there at the top? Mustards, bolting spinach. Cut it all to the nubs last tuesday, the solstice. Let us not forget how quickly things grow at this time of year. I imagine I will think the same about those little toes, before long. Yesterday I did not even harvest from there, having filled the fridge with arugula and chard from the east end of that row. Fourth cutting on the arugula; not quite so delicate these days; wants to be pasta sauce, I think. More on that luscious chard soon.
The peas - at last - come on apace. There will never be too many.
The lettuce on the other hand. Does anyone want a head of lettuce?
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