we wish

We wish that everything growing here was growing intentiontionally. Not so much.

This bed is closer to what we hope for.

This is our reality. 

The sun has been out a little, and all is growing with abandon. 

Homer is clearing the walkways while Claire and I free up what is intended to be in the beds.

Garlic. Spinach. Salsify. Snow peas. All looking good!