Food. Southern cooking at it's best is when the garden comes in. WMM came back from the garden this morning with a wheel barrow full of goodies.
I have finally learned to eat okra, and I'm beginning to look at squash, but as long as the green beans with onions, corn on the cob, and sweet peppers hold out, who needs squash?

And there is this new hamburger. It's about half beef and the rest is zuchinni and some kind of grain she calls "bulgar" (I hope that's a b) with a little garlic and steak sauce. Maybe there are some other vegetables in there too, but anyway, you just eat it with raw onions, mustard, tomato and lettuce just like a regular burger. Excellent.

We have tons of ripe tomatoes, and fried green tomatoes will be around until frost. The purple-hulled peas aren't producing yet, but they have blooms and some tiny little pods on them already.

I planted goards, which aren't good to eat, but there are artists in the area who like to paint them. A couple of pumpkin plants survived the dry spell, so we may be set for some fine pies in the fall.

We have an good beet crop this year and the corn is doing much better since I tested the soil. All it needed was a little nitrogen.

I must have hauled 40 wheelbarrows of mulch to the garden and there is still plenty left. I have even mulched the corn this year. I dug up a snake egg in the mulch pile this morning.

If you do gardening right, it pays and pays, but if you do it half way, the best you can do is break even. Somebody once said that gardening is a good way to make a dime and hour. He probably did it half way.
Howard