This is the time of year when having a garden is all it's cracked up to be.
We've got things from the garden for salad each night: nasturtiums, pansies, marigolds, radishes, rocket, mint, chives, artichokes, buttercrunch lettuce, and oak leaf lettuce.
Even FDPG the Picky Eater is eating salad.
Because she grew it.
These were turned into jam yesterday. And the remainder were turned into our stomachs via several meals of waffles, strawberry shortcake, and vanilla yogurt parfaits (for those of us who don't like whipped cream).
But wait, there's more. Or rather, there will be more. Tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day...