#HowDoesMyGardenGrow

So, how does my garden grow? Me of the seemingly eternal gardening killer thumb, that is.

Well, I think I may have finally made progress on the turning-said thumb-green front. Oh yeah. I'm feeling good about it :)

See for yourself:

Tomatoes!! My very first tomatoes!!! I'm so excited. Can you tell?

I have so many tomatoes, I don't know what to do with them all. I'm almost to the point of chasing random strangers down on the street and handing them a tomato.

More tomatoes.

And more.

I told you.

But I'm not complaining. Really, I'm not. I'm just super proud of being able to say that I'm finally a true Southern woman because the one thing that all Southern women are supposed to be able to do is grow tomatoes. And despite being born and raised here all my life, that's one thing that has eluded me. But I can now finally join the club :)

There's also Clemson Spineless okra that has just started producing.

And little baby okra. 

If you follow any of our farm/blog social media accounts then you know I'm very much looking forward to one dish in particular. . . scrambled okra. Literally the best stuff ever. If you're an okra lover, that is. If you're not, then the worst stuff ever. Good thing I happen to be of the loverly variety. Ooh, and if you're wondering what scrambled okra is (and there's a good chance you are because I've been asked more than once). . . it is basically just sliced okra sauteed in a little oil. Indescribably good.

And as soon as I have enough to make a dish of it, I'll be sure to share it with y'all.

Back to the garden.

There was also yellow squash planted in the garden. Emphasis on was. 

And they were huge with little baby squash just beginning to form - thanks to my secret weapon (more on that in a minute). Until the ducks developed a taste for squash. Oh well, at least I've learned a lesson for the future. . . . make sure the ducks can't get to them. 

My new feverfew that I was given in April by the Satsuma Lady (She grows, among many other things, satsumas. Of course.) has been blooming for several weeks.  

And we have pineapple sage. Which really is very pineappley. 

A little strawberry. 

Not surprisingly, no blueberries. But that will change.

I was told recently during a conversation, "If you want blueberries, get three or four bushes and in a couple of years, you'll be drowning in blueberries." Which lead me to say, "Three or four? But I have six planted." So, to all local readers and berry lovers, in a couple of years look for us (and a mountain of blueberries, of course) at the Enterprise farmer's market. 

And now on to my secret weapon that has really made a huge difference this year. 

That's right! The goats. I really should thank them for helping to make some extra effective compost for me. Thanks guys!!

Now, if I can just keep my two escapees (Clara and Rosalie) out of the garden.