The garden is in constant change. Crops grow, fill out, are harvested. New crops are planted and the cycle begins all over again.
For me it is like an ever changing quilt of different colors, textures and shapes.
After each rain, once the soil is dry enough to work Ken goes through and cultivates.
Today he was using a wheel hoe and seemed to be a part of the garden itself.
It is magic and I love to see it. Thank you, Ken