Things are looking extremely tentative on the arugula transplant situation. He, the rocket plant, has spread his palms out in despair. I am going to have to head over there later and have another coaxing chat with him. He could be overwhelmed by the second generation sprouting potato franchise, who being BC organic are to be reckoned with.

The arugula is a Van. Island plant, so maybe he is having urban adjustment issues.

I impaled my face briefly on a tomato stake today, but it’s not such a dramatic outcome.  One zuccini has been reserved on stalk for a friend’s dinner next week. That plant has fed 5 families in the past week. That is very useful methinks. Friend sent photos of her garden yesterday — individual portraits of her veggies. Very endearing. Kind of like getting snaps of someone’s new born baby. We are in the crook of the arm of middle-aged gardening!