abundance

Despite occasionally wishing for a little bit more space, I know there are many advantages to having a small house.  One of them is that, on any given lot, a small house means a larger yard.  Having a larger yard means having more space to garden.

And in August, having a big garden is a happy, happy thing.

For instance, one does not need to buy nearly as much fruit.  One can simply go out to the backyard . . . 

. . . and pick blueberries (this was all we got this year, but still.  It's three more than last year!) . . .

. . . and blackberries . . .

. . . and raspberries.  This year, especially raspberries.

One also does not need to buy as many, if any, vegetables.   There are peppers to eat . . . 

. . . and garlic . . .

. . . and kale, carrots, beets . . .

 . . . and soon, very VERY soon, there will be tomatoes.  Masses and masses of tomatoes, if these are any indication:

Not to mention potatoes and currants and onions and cucumbers, and, soon, corn and beans and squash and cabbage, and even a few grapes and soybeans.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my little bungalow and the big yard that comes with it . . . not to mention my garden-crazy husband?