From Philly to a farm: The adventures of two urban transplants learning to live in a 150-year-old farmhouse in Germansville, PA.
On Saturday, it rained and rained. A downpour for half the day. When it cleared up in the afternoon, the garden was looking better. Here's the same old patch that I keep taking photos of... spinach in the center; thyme to the left; turnips on the far left. The beets are largely hidden by the broccoli raab on the right; marigolds are in the background:

Here's a closeup of the spinach -- looking good enough to eat!

Here's something cool ... I planted cilantro near the beans in spring but it went to seed before I could even use any of it. The seed has come up and I now have dozens of cilantro seedlings:

The following is a photo from Sunday, when we spent a few hours (yes...) doing cleanup. Pulled up the tomatoes and stored the stakes that had been supporting them, and Evan roto-tilled that plot. Weeded the patch where the pumpkins had been. Pulled up the remains of the bean plants, and here's that cleaned-up patch.

Notice what I'm calling "basil gone wild" in the back center of the photo. I didn't pull it up, but that crazy bush (around two feet by two feet, mostly flowers) probably met its maker last night, as we had our first frost. The little row of greens poking up, in the middle, is garlic. The frothy greens on the far right are asparagus.