Pea patch update

It's Friday, so that means it's time to visit the community garden plot.

I do enjoy walking up the hill on Friday when the work week is done.



See the bee? I never realized how much bees like California poppy (Eschscholzia californica) until this year. They interact with most flowers almost perfunctorily, but they go crazy in poppy flowers.





Do you even realize the hills I climb for you?



I do it all for love.





Under one of my favorite trees. I've shown it to you many times. Do you remember its name?



Would you believe me if I told you this was my car?



It's not.



Are you disappointed?



Relieved?



We've arrived at the community garden.



This is one of my two beds.



Cerinthe major. Love it.



You can see that it's very windy up here today.



I'm pleased with my peas.



My peas please me.



The Feijoa sellowiana is hanging in there with all this wind.

I planted a couple native plants along the peripheries (propagated from cuttings I took in my garden). This is Salvia clevelandii--native to So. Cal and northern Mexico. So fragrant.



Ribes sanguineum. Also fragrant, but not in a good way.



The legacy strawberries are fine. I just eat whatever's ripe when I'm here.





Noone's taken the Euphorbia milii I brought up here.



I planted the tomatoes in mid-March, and have yet to harvest a single ripe fruit.



That tells you much about growing tomatoes in San Francisco. The plants up here look really shabby. I probably won't do tomatoes up here again next year. It's just that I had so many seedlings. I sowed too many seeds.



I'm eager to see the Royal Blue Ensign flower.



Enough about me. Let's check out the competition.

Sometimes I don't think these people are even trying to beat me.



You call those tomatoes?

In all fairness, everyone else has had it much worse with the gopher than I have.



These people seem to have overcome their gopher troubles.



They were excited to see this rose sucker from the root... okay.



Remember this dude?



He's got some beans



and a 'choke.



Now I miss my artichoke.

Major gopher management.



Temperature management.





Hot peppers.







Better days.



Some people have claimed land on the hill outside the garden.



They're like pioneers or something.



I feel compelled to investigate the agave more closely.



But first, I'm entranced by the grass.



I take several pictures.







And then I regroup.



When I get over here, I discovered that someone did some landscaping here once upon a time.



The gardener did what I tend to do: plant too close to the path.



The camera totally fails to capture the intensity of this yellow.



The hill is jammed with wild radish this time of year.





And dead chasmanthe, gone to seed.



I pause to watch the wind blow the grass...



And it's time to head home. We're having Chinese tonight.

Construction and renovation; it's a theme on Bernal.





The loquat has fruit.











Nice.







Ginkgo biloba; tall for a street tree.



I love flowers at the just-about-spent phase.









The sign on the door.





Okay, seriously?







I thought I would end with geraniums potted in obscure corners, but I found this on my steps when I got home:



Pablo has missing signs up all over the neighborhood. Pablo, call your office.