Fruits of my labor

It's lucky we got back when we did -- the Texan might have been smothered in growing things else. When we left, the new north garden looked like this:

When we returned, it looked like this:
The tomatoes are taller than I am.

I had planted radishes on both sides of the fence, which the Texan hadn't realized -- so she didn't harvest those on the north side (or, geographically speaking, on the south side of our neighbor's house, where the growth is even more verdant). I pulled them a couple of days ago -- all the radishes themselves too woody to eat, but mighty fine specimens all the same. (This was a packet of "heirloom varieties", a mixed set of seeds -- hence all the different roots you see here. I learned that I like ordinary little red globe radishes best.)

The carrots, which were a purple-y organic heirloom variety I tossed into the bed as an afterthought, reacted wonderfully to gravity, until they hit the clay soil under the raised garden. I also didn't thin them very well, leading to some unusual looking globs.

It is so gratifying to harvest these little crops. We've already eaten all the carrots, but the spring onions are just getting going, not to mention the tomatoes. And cucumbers! We have several large ones in the garden, and have already eaten a few. Tomorrow night we'll be having cucumber soup.

On the disappointing side, the zucchini so far has produced nothing, and the basil got so over-crowded by the tomatoes that it is healthy but only an inch tall. We have one Italian pumpkin, which I'm not sure what to do with (it's already gorgeous and orange, but am I supposed to wait for October to harvest it)?

(except for the bundle of purchased spring onions in the background,

all this pile came from our garden)