There was this table of onion sets at the Youth Farm plant sale fundraiser, and they appeared to all be marked "Walla Walla," so I took one. But now that it's home I see I managed to find the only Red Globe hidden among them. Oh, well. As I'm alone in the family in my antipathy to Reds, these should make a nice offering to -- everyone else. Even your tiniest farm is not all about you.
A couple of stray Red Russian kales are up in the Chioggia beet flat. I've planted a lot of kale but I'm sure I can find a place for them. Good thing as I am not gopher-free at the moment and gophers target beets but not kale. Never a dull moment.
Corn, beans and squash are making their appearance. These are Yellow Zukes, always a favorite.
After checking the plants, letting out the birds, and uncovering the tomatoes, I took the little dog for his morning hike. His shadow was red, and I looked up and discovered the whole valley to my east was covered with a pall of smoke. We have had plenty of rain and there are no incidents reported, so I wonder if this is from Siberia, where the thawed tundra is on fire.
It is a very small world, and getting smaller.