I was just returning from the garage (freezing trays of u-pick blueberries) and stopped to admire the garden. It really is an incredible thing, growing your own garden. It's hard to describe the delight and satisfaction it brings.
The various kinds of beans are coming along nicely. Several of the vines have reached the roof of the garage and I'm not sure what they're going to do if they want to grow taller. I think some of the first (gazillion) cherry tomatoes are showing signs of color. There is finally a (huge) blossom on the squash. The parsley, chard, and kale are coming back nicely after we harvested most of them.
The rest of the backyard is full of life too: the next door neighbor's black cat skulking and meowing through the yard; squirrels leaping and chasing through the tree tops; a new crop of baby birds chirping in their garage-roof nest; and the parakeet (either escapee or let loose) joyously squawking away in the trees.
It also helps that it's only 83 (not 90+) degrees. All together, it is a lovely afternoon for admiring one's garden, and life in general.
(pictures on this and more as soon as I figure out what is wrong with my laptop - where all the pictures are!)