Guess what!

My garden is still alive!  Isn't that spectacular news?

In fact, things are lookin' pretty good out there!  Well, they look good to my untrained eye.  Which could really mean anything.  But I'm going with the positive today.

I'm still catching those poopy little wire worms in the soil, but they don't seem to be tremendously plentiful or damage-causing.  My carrot traps were looking pretty shriveled, so I chucked them and put out new traps.  This time they're potatoes.  I like to mix things up.  Not entirely sure if it has anything to do with my short attention span...

Anyway, potatoes.

I have an inkling that this potato is going to be unearthed by a squirrel or something.  We shall see.

Just wait until you see Scruffy!  Oh, scratch that, no waiting necessary.  My good buddy, Scruffy the tomato!  He's come a long way in his recovery from being pruned down to a little stick.  That's my Scruffy--he's a fighter!

Proud of you, Scruffy.  Sorry this picture is such a travesty.

Showing off his good side.

Helicopter view.  Weeeee!

My Climby's are still lookin' good.  They are getting so tall!  They really hit their stride last week and have been skyrottening--holy cow, did I really just type that?  I mean sky rocketing--ever since.

You grow, Climby.  You grow...  Hey look, my kid left her cup out here!

Rollybug view.

This is the only problem I'm having with Climby.

*munchmunchmunch*

It's not a huge concern right now, since whatever the little bug is has only been attacking the lower leaves.  But I am on the hunt to find this little monster.  Actually, I did find one, and holy cow--I didn't know caterpillars were ever that small!  Think emaciated rice.  He went squish now.  But I'm pretty sure more of his buddies are out there, making a snack out of my precious green things.  They, too, shall become patio pancakes.  When I find them, that is.

Here is a different kind of squish altogether--Squishy!  That's what I named my zucchini plant.  I only have one, so I am babying him like a kangaroo.  Except for the pouch thing.  That would be weird, and kind of impossible.  But you know what I mean.

You are getting so big, my cute widdle iddy biddy Squishy!  I'd pinch your cute widdle cheeks if you had some.

As you may have noticed, something has been making a midnight snack out of Squishy.  Not a lot of snacking, mind you.  More of the Jennie Craig variety.  But whatever it is, it seems to hide during the day.  In case you're wondering what that random patch of milk chocolate colored crumbles is... no, it's not cookie.  Disappointed?  Sorry.  It's cross contamination from my flower bed.  Oops!

I wasn't too sure about my snapdragons this year, but good gravy--the one from last year has exploded, and the other ones are getting much bigger too.  The seeds I threw into the foot of the planter box have also been coming up.

Criminy, woman!  You need to weed!  What's wrong with you?

If plants were zombies, this is what they would look like clawing their way out of their little plant graves.

The Desmond Patch is doing okay.  It's kinda weird.  Some of them look all pretty and nice, like this:

Hubba hubba!

While others look like old shriveled goats:

Dude, what happened to you?  I'm so sorry!

We'll see how it all pans out.

The end.