T.S. Eliot said April is the cruelest month, but June could stake a claim. The beds are prepared and the seeds 
planted, and I have nothing to do but watch and wait. The tomatoes and peppers are a lovely shade of chartreuse. The cucumbers are flowering and climbing. The eggplant's lavender flowers are open. Hurry up already! At least I have lettuce.
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