With a heat index of 108-115F (unheard of for June in Atlanta) and no sign of rain or relief I gotta say that I am almost glad I wasn't able to put in much of a garden this season. But of the few things I did get going, the worst part is that just as the first crookneck squash and mid-eastern cucumbers ("Kidma"....the BEST cucumber I have ever tasted and incredibly proflific) begin to be ready for pickin', I catch a stomach virus and can't keep things down. PHOEEY. No fair. Mother Nature is being a big meanie weanie (said with appropriate pout, whine and stomp of foot). The Burmese okra (I am really intriqued with this) is starting to flower...at less than 18" inches as promised. And the rabbits have really enjoyed the beans....Rattlesnake, Nickel, Contender, Balhones, McCasklin. I would have liked to have eaten at least one, but no such luck. Ah, well. The electric fence project is on the drawingboards. Catharine, from Saints Preserve Us Roadkill Inn and Urban Farm where we twang our toothpicks and drawl, "Life Ain't Guud but It Ain't Bad Either."