Every year my old dahlia comes back. This year is it rambled right up the obelisk I placed there for the pumpkin vine.
The morning glories, little brats of the garden, of course just climbed right on top.
One more ripening pumpkin.
My basil is bursting so I brought some in for a pasta dinner and as always two fresh eggs. The chickens have continued to lay daily. The heat maybe has fooled them into thinking it is not fall. Or maybe it is all the spoiling and they are just saying thank you.
We picked another cinderella pumpkin. I am so proud of it. They are so expensive to buy and I have successfully grown three this year.