The garden is in mid-summer mode, yielding lots of peppers and tomatoes, but fewer cucumbers, which don’t tolerate the heat as well. I had planted a patch of cantaloupe, but only one of the seedlings survived, since I was busy taking care of Abby when they were sprouting. The plant that survived ended up sending out numerous vines, and there are now maturing fruit on them. I had wondered how to tell if they were getting ripe, but it turns out that they simple fall off the vine when they’re ready to be eaten. I had this one for breakfast this morning, and they are nothing short of succulent.

Quiz time: why is this post titled “Church Wedding?”