The volunteer melons are almost ready.
By the way, weaving through this area of the garden frightens silly old me.
I feel as though ten thousand rattlesnakes are awaiting for my ankles.
Next year my squash will be like this-click here.
Then I suppose I will fear snakes falling, maybe I do need to schedule an appointment with Doctor Phil!
Leaf lettuce continues to grow and I enjoy salads in a jar, like the fifth photo in this post.
And Samson is the garden guard.