August 1st of last year saw us digging potatoes and swimming in tomatoes. The potatoes, garlic and onions came ripe at about the same time this year, but we are just now beginning to have tomatoes for three meals a day.

Golden (and red and white) onions of the sun.

The garlic started coming out of the ground first, but since we cultivate five varieties, they came out in stages.

July 12 and the River Giant and German Red came ripe, which is when the bergamot started to bloom.

Our potato crop suffered from the wet, with too many of the Kennebec having soft spots. They eat fine now, but will not save. Darn. Having to eat new potatoes...roasted on the grill...poor us.

Red Pontiacs...we started snitching new potatoes from under the plants about a month ago. The new reds are the best.

I am grateful to have a basement this year! The ground under the addition remained undisturbed until July 18th last year, and we had to scramble to find a place out of the rain for our harvest. This year we trooped the goods directly to their hiding places.

About 500 bulbs of garlic and 130 pounds of onions. No vampires around our house.

We did not go fishing until late July, when my sole birthday wish was to get out on the water. We caught fish, and so have been out twice since then.

We will feed Aunt Harriette and Irene fresh fish tomorrow, with a few more stashed in the freezer for future reference.

Jelly in the making. I need to see if I can capture this color in wool.

And just to show that our lives haven't been entirely devoted to filling the larder:

Spindles on and railing sanded. Now for some steps...