There is respite from all the rain, and now the front garden is teeming with insects that I'm afraid are baby mosquitoes. If anybody needs fresh chives, I've got them. I don't intentionally grow edible things in my yard. The chives have just lived on from the days when I did try to grow food:
But what are these? They look awfully lewd!
I'm not about to eat the mushrooms that are lolling about in my yard. But are they morels?
UPDATE: Yikes! Diva competition!
ANOTHER UPDATE: Tonya posts a relevant literary passages and relays dinner hilarity in the midst of which I said, "I thought my yard should be wearing pants."