The clematis sheds its petals to reveal a wonderfully whimsical understructure.
Each garden crop is outfitted with its own shade cloth to give it just the right protection from triple-digit temperatures.
While the mama deer barely even bat an eye anymore as we move about, the fawns are much harder to get close to. Here is one seen through the dining room window.
Our first potato crop of the season, scrubbed, beautiful, ready for baking!
Perhaps it is only our less-than-sensitive human noses that pick up no scent from the bamboo shoots.
Two redbud leaves seem to be embodying Gassho -- my heart and your heart are one.
The sweet potato starts provided us with bountiful slips to plant in the garden and the deer enjoyed composting the rest!