With summer in full swagger, even a flatlander can identify a few species among the many in a Green Mountain garden. There are those things inherited. Like the poppies, some simple and some flashy. All bearing their bloom on spindly stalks.
Berries. At first I thought rasp. Now I believe black. Is it possible that it's Marion? Potentially fatal if ingested?
This I planted. I've no idea what the hell this is. I'm making bets that it's a purple bean because that seed packet has been manhandled. Time and stalks will tell.
Pod. Pea. Green. GREEN PEA! Thank the green goddess for making some things obvious. Unless this is a sugar snap. Now I'm not sure whether to eat the pod or to shell it.
Swiss chard. I'm positive. But maybe kale? No, definitely Swiss chard. Kale?
Cabbage patch. Perhaps the first and only time that the vegetable is more cuddly than the ghastly baby doll that bore its name.