We always start with a plan. A row to lettuce here; mixed greens there -- abutting up against the carefully laid out bush beans and the corn to the back. Cilantro for mommy tucked in front. But as Monet painted so the garden gets seeded. For we have a hearty unknown type of squash in the lettuce -- don't ask. The majority of the beans clustering for friendship and support. I know the feeling. Corn germinating as tight as Storm Troopers departing landing vessels, peas mixed with corn -- but that okay since both are against the back fence, and no cilantro for mommy. There is no sign of the beets, gourds or zucchini which were loving planted in their mounds. I'll give them another week then replant.
I love our garden.
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