Well, we didn’t have to wait too long for the weather to smarten up–in fact today it was 32C. I’m not used to it. It switches so fast from cold to hot with no time to acclimatize. I broke down and went flower shopping, something I said I wouldn’t do this summer. I’m trying to save some money but I couldn’t resist. I found some lovely Portulaca, one of my favorites and some Nicotiana, a bright fuchsia color. I love color–the wilder and more mixed up it is the more I like it. I also got some petunias and a grape vine. George’s grape did wonderful things last year and the jelly was awesome. I want to grow some grapes. My mother had a grape vine for years on the front railing of the house. When I was small she found me sitting on the steps with purple smears all over my face–she hadn’t known her vine had produced grapes. I will finish the garden this weekend–I keep saying I will cut back because I won’t be here to harvest, but I’m having a hard time trying to decide what NOT to grow. I love my garden. It makes me happy. I hated weeding my mother’s garden when I was a kid, but I can happily spend hours in my garden weeding. It is so satisfying to see the lovely rows of my favorite foods, all produced with no chemicals. Maybe Aidan and I can put in the spuds tomorrow evening if its not too hot. Once I get one thing in the ground, the rest just follows. I love my garden!