Another leaf in a seemingly endless series

Yesterday I decided to try "poor man's asparagus", i.e. green daylily buds. Unfortunately, they didn't exactly cook up according to the recipe. I tried to go for the tightest and greenest ones I could find that still looked large enough to be worth eating, but even so they began to open in the pan. As a result, the protopetals end up crisped. They still tasted alright, but nothing like asparagus and not really any different than a lot of things would've if fried in the same mixture of olive oil and brown butter. We ended up using them as garnish on the squash.

Later, the Old Man was lamenting not having our hanging baskets up (we bought the plants over a week ago but hadn't painted the baskets themselves until last weekend) so I potted them up while he nodded approvingly. This year we through symmetry out the window and opted for a begonia and variegated Swedish ivy in one and coleus in the other with a side of wire vine. The last of these (which I cannot not say with exaggerated diphthong smoothing, i.e. "war vahn") is new to us, something featured in a display at the garden that we bought on a whim.

So that's it then. Once we've figured out what we're doing with the neighbouring plot (probably just basil) and have put in the ground (or larger pots) some of what's just sprouting now, we'll be all done for the year. (Or at least until it's cool enough to sow some salad greens for fall dining.)