All through June it always feels to me like we have the whole summer ahead of us and it’s never going to end. Then the Fourth of July comes and goes and suddenly summer begins to feel like it’s slipping away. This week as we approach mid-July that feeling is creeping up on me, but I am taking comfort in the fact that here in New England summer eating has hardly begun.
Last night I had my first summer squash of the season for dinner.
I have tomatoes of all different shapes and sizes.
Eventually they’ll be all different colors– red and pink and yellow and purple and nearly black.
But for now they’re all still very green.
I’ve got one little watermelon that’s about the size of a lemon now. It’s got a long way to go.
The cucumber vines are scrambling up their trellis and are just starting to set their first fruits. We’ll be making pickles soon.
I’ve already harvested a few handfuls of bush beans, but the pole beans have been slow to bloom. The Christmas lima beans finally have a good number of flowers on them, and a few tiny pods just appeared a few days ago.
This week I’m enjoying the first of the zinnias and the sunflowers.
But right now the coreopsis is really stealing the show.