P is for Paradise and the Pup, produce, pasta, peas and plenty

There are, of course, three of us in this marriage and we all have our garden space.  Steve has the tomatoes, I have the other produce and flowers, and Jill has the rest.  She needs Grandes Allees to pursue thwacky balls and frisbees.  Unfortunately  Fred Risbee, pictured below with Jill, landed on the studio roof today and may have to stay there until the wind blows him down.  The wind blew him up there in the first place.

Great excitement for me yesterday with my first strawberry.  Naturally it was half-eaten this morning, so another lesson learned.

Some carelessly sown peas are producing the goods.

The broad beans are cropping well enough to have meals of pasta with cream, bacon and broadbeans.  You may be able to glimpse the orache in the foreground.  I'm still not quite sure what to do with it.

I have been watching this iris unfurl for a few days - well worth the wait.

Here is the Augusta Luise rose sent for one birthday / Christmas by Rosa Norte.

And here's the pig with her wing mended.  The wing got broken clean off by a thundering thwacky ball but is now restored by Tarzan's Grip, and Miss Pig can fly again.