tendrils. stolons, ears, and bulbs

the winter vetch on the south side of the house has reached around three feet in height and in an effort not to fall over it has thrown out tendrils to latch on to whatever they find...the walking onions...the grape trellis...the grapes...hanging bits of jute twine...whatever they can find...after this flowers and sets seed i will be cutting it back and composting it ( no worries it is perennial...it will be back...i don't see how you could stop it )

the grapes are working a bit more slowly and methodically with their tendrils...still they are setting about the same business...not falling over...

the strawberries continue to reproduce at what seems like an exponential rate ( doubtlessly not, the impression is probably amplified by limited space ) this one has rooted a daughter in conjunction with an onion ( harvest will be tricky ) and moved on to produce yet another...it will not stop until i interfere and i am afraid i will have to to prevent the critters from verging into overshoot...

there is nothing unusual about ripening ears of winter rye showing up in late may...

in my experience finding ears of teosinte in may is not the usual pattern...however the potted teosinte seems determined to finish it s season and, so far, i count five ears forming...

the in-ground teosinte seems determined to have a season as well...the new growth is a fifth leaf...

all of the egyptian walking onions are preparing them, however a few are actually unfurling aerial bulbs...this is an early stage...the actual "walking" is a few months away...the process is begin though...dna is relentless stuff 9 ask the strawberries ) it finds myriad ways to reproduce...

finally, it seems a couple of the zucchini seeds i planted have germinated...that they have bothered to show up at all is a marked improvement in the relationship i usually have with this squash...some people seen inundated with them every year...i am fortunate to get a single squash...which is actually no great loss...i harbor the same sentiments towards them that they hold for me...i would much rather dine with a spud.