July 1 is when I can lose interest and let weeds take over. I'm not quitting on these guys yet.
Foreground, peas ready for the second picking. Then potatoes, having lost their flowers last week. The corn has just put out its silk. There's the Swiss chard and tomatoes with yellow buds.
My lame-brain theory of the day. What Yankee gardener in 1776 would pick July 4 for a revolution? The ones who wanted out of garden chores? Or, the ones who couldn't stand to have red coats taking what they wanted. It was a pea-pickin' revolution.
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