"July, July" or "This is for my mom"

So, I've branched out. Planting out, beyond my fire escape.

It rained all through June,
and the zucchini plants became monsters.
I've grown a little scared of them.

They've flowered, and I can see little zucchinis on them.

Though, because they've grown so massive,
they're choking out these little flowers.
This one (above) is doing okay, but another has meet it's end.

I can't take credit for this rose.
The bush was planted by the original owners of our building,
eighty years ago.
They have the most amazing scent ever; almost citrusy.
It's...indescribable.

The strawberries keep getting eaten by birds.
I've since devised a way to keep the birds (and cats) away
(it basically involves James sitting outside and
yelling and waving his arms to shoo them away).

These little babies were grown from seeds.
They are something grown from almost nothing at all.
Call me a simple girl, but I'm amazed every time I look at them.

This is it.
It's actually gotten a little bigger since I took this picture.

And seriously, those zucchinis have gotten surly.