I'm waiting for it to rain. My garden is bone-dry.
Last year I didn't plant a garden because I wanted to get used to a new job. This year, I'm mostly used to it and I have been pretty good about getting up an hour or so before work (twice a week) to go out into the garden to pull weeds (I grow weeds mostly, but there are some beans and a few carrots).
I have a lot of purslane in my garden. And spurge. Purslane is apparently edible and actually quite nutritious. I am not sure I believe it. If it really is, then it wouldn't grow so freely and without high levels of maintenance on my part in my garden. Spurge, on the other hand, is said to be toxic, which accounts for its trying to take over my garden. Not only are spiders out to get me, but so are the plants.
The beans I planted are from seeds that have been sitting around the kitchen for two years. I didn't think they would sprout because they are kind of old, but I planted them anyway. I was happy to be proved wrong about them. They have come up, and most of them are big and burly, with a sprinkling of purple flowers (these will yield purple beans).
The carrots aren't so thick. Not very many came up. I don't know why, but I do have enough to hope that they will attract black swallowtail butterflies. Normally I don't like finding caterpillars in my garden, but I will gladly make an exception for the black swallowtail butterfly caterpillars. And I will gladly scoop them up into a jar and feed them hand-picked carrot fronds until the caterpillars turn into chrysalises. So there is some hope for that. (And I like the actual carrots too)
If only it would rain.
Yes, I could water it with my garden hose, but I would rather we got a gully-washer from the sky.