There’s a shift this time of year… quiet but unmistakable. It’s when the garden stops being a place of potential and starts being a place of plenty.
We’re in it now. I love this time of year.
Every morning brings a little something: a few handfuls of peas, an armload of spinach, a few new potatoes, baby zucchini – because I caught them before they turned the size of a nuclear submarine. I know that’s coming. The harvests aren’t overwhelming yet, but they’re reliable. Dependable. Daily.
This is when the garden starts to feed us.
It’s not just the food, though. The whole space is coming alive. Check out…
- A row of pole beans looking extremely confident and ready to show us what height looks like
- A zucchini blossom that might qualify for its own zip code
- A tiny head of broccoli starting to crown, like it’s just realized it’s royalty
- Lettuce and spinach looking tidy and lush (for now). With some weedy companions.
- Blossoms on everything, bees doing their thing, and the slow but steady feeling that summer is coming to stay
It’s still early enough to marvel. The overwhelm hasn’t hit yet. There’s no panic-pickling or dashing away from zucchini left under a just-rung doorbell. Just a steady rhythm: gather, rinse, eat. Repeat.
Even the tasks feel gentler now. It’s not about planning anymore, or coaxing life from bare dirt. It’s about tending and enjoying. And weeding.
We put the seeds in the ground. The garden took it from there.
What’s Next
– Keep harvesting, little by little
– Stay ahead of the zucchini (ha)
– Take pictures now, before it turns to jungle
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