Back in the garden after a week in Glacier National Park in Montana.  Lots of interesting plants in Montana, including bear grass, lanceleaf stonecrop, a native succulent, and Rosa woodsii, a wild rose similar to the California wild roses that I blogged about a couple of weeks ago, but much taller.  Beautiful.

The garden is growing slowly this year, thanks to unseasonably cool weather and a very late spring.  As is always the case, the weather favors some plants, and annoys others.  The blueberries are heavy with fruit, the potatoes have been very happy, and for some reason, the one eggplant is flowering and fruiting with abandon, the first of the nightshades (not counting the potatoes) to do so.

One of the blueberry plants – Rubel?* – is laden with huge, U.S. nickel-sized fruit, which have just begun to ripen, and today I picked the first dozen or so from it, and from the southern highbush blueberries as well (which are much much smaller, more the size one thinks of when one thinks of blueberries).

I finished harvesting the garlic and preparing it for storage.  I still need to sort it into large, medium and small piles – the large ones are saved for planting in October, the medium ones (the largest pile) will be eaten, and the small ones will get planted in the food forest.

*I need to keep better garden records.