Why worry? It's all good.

It's been a stressful week, and none of it has to do with gardening. But I had a lovely reprieve from worry tonight when I did my evening check on the tomatoes. A few of the cherry tomatoes are actually ripening!

After snapping these photos, I plucked off the first two and saved them for

dessert. Tony and I each had one, sprinkled with a liberal shake of kosher salt. Delicious!

In case you are wondering ...

Remember my surprise cantaloupe? Not ready yet, but ripening nicely.

We have okra!

I know okra gets a bad rap: too weird, too slimy. But I moved past all that last summer when I started making gumbo with fresh okra. And then last week, there was a recipe in the paper for a okra and corn casserole, proving yet again that cheese sauce and bread crumbs can turn any vegetable into a meal.

Growing okra is turning me into a bigger fan. These plants are the sentinels of the garden. Their leaves are sturdy and upright, a nice change from cucumber vines and leggy tomatoes. And the flowers that come before the okra pods are the most beautiful shade of yellow.

Plus the bumblebees love them.

This evening, I finally picked a few pods, along with another handful of beans, and two more cucumbers. Since I don't have enough pods to make gumbo, I'm going to try roasting them with a little olive oil and seasoning. A fellow at the farmer's market today said he throws the pods on a very hot grill with a hefty sprinkling of Cajun seasoning. He said they were delicious. I'm wondering if the high heat dissipates the slime. Anyway, if you have a favorite way to prepare okra, please let me know.

We have bees!

When I was growing up in Maryland, we got stung by bees. I assume this is because 1) we spent as much time as possible barefoot, 2) in our neighborhood, no one chemically treated their lawn so there was clover everywhere, and 3) there were more bees. I don't remember my own daughter ever getting a bee sting, but she might tell you otherwise.

Like most gardeners, I'm worried by the decline in bee populations, a decline I've seen firsthand. Some summers, the only bees I see are the ones burrowing there way into trim on my house.

Happily, I can report bee sightings in my vegetable garden. This is a bumblebee, a fact I confirmed on this nifty site called "the bee hunter." I don't know if I'm seeing one bumblebee or a family, but she/they love the cucumbers and okra.

We have beans!

In the spring, I planted two kinds of beans. Both were from Southern Exposure Seed Exchange, a company that collects and sells heirloom seeds and spreads the gospel with workshops and advocacy.

When I was pouring over the company's seed

catalog in March, I was so overwhelmed with choices that I opted for the "Virginia Heritage Seed Collection," an assortment of 12 organic and open-pollinated seeds associated with Virginia and the Appalachians. Since Virginia is the same growing zone as Tennessee, I thought the seeds would do well here too.

Anna arrived home from Brooklyn in time to pick the first crop. We were worked up about our success!

The pole beans are a variety called "Grandma Nellie's Yellow Mushroom Bean." They are a beautiful yellow color, and the package says the beans have a mushroom taste. We cooked our first beans this evening, and I didn't taste any mushroom flavor and the bean pods were a little tough. But when we popped open the pods, the light brown beans inside looked like pintos but had a more delicate taste. They were lovely.

The "Blue Lake" bush beans were also delicious, and the plants look like they might keep producing. I'm going to plant a few more beans, in hopes that I can get another harvest before the first frost. I'm thinking the new plants might grow up the same poles.

Where the wild things are.

All sorts of wild animals share my yard: birds, raccoons, squirrels, stray cats, and chipmunks. From my bathroom window, I've seen a red fox and watched a nest of robins hatch and learn to fly.

But nothing at Fair Meadow compares to delight of watching the cottontails frolic in my mom's back yard. Mom

says there are at least three generations of rabbits hanging out this summer, including this charmer. We think he's a teen.

Surprise, surprise!

Tony picked me up at the airport Saturday, and when we turned onto our street, he was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"What's the surprise?" I wanted to know. I didn't get an answer, so after hugging Anna and Grif, I checked out the garden.


No wonder Tony was smiling. While I was in Maryland, a cantaloup grew in the vegetable garden, and it keeps getting bigger every day. The vine has wrapped it's way around the entire bed. Although it's covered with yellow blossoms, so far, only this one melon has appeared.

Now I ask you: Can anything be more perfect?