We're overdue for an update. Things have been so darn crazy around here, and the garden has been just plodding along, doing its thing. Nico's hands are stained purple with black raspberry juice. He loves identifying and picking the ripe ones himself. We were surprised to see our first two ripe tomatoes yesterday. Since we're leaving on vacation in about 6 hours, this photo essay will have to suffice as an update.
One last thing: RIP, broccoli. Whoever stripped every last one of your leaves--we'll get you someday! (Imagine me shaking my fist at the sky as I shout that.)