day in the life of chard

I wonder if the chard can feel my gaze; that I watch and wait for the moment of consumption. Each sunny day it seems all the plants grow a foot. Truly. I water, but the magic is the sunshine.

I am trying to visualize the wisteria growing on the fence and taking my own slow gardening philosophy to heart. We will be in this house for years; the garden will be years in the making. My basil seeds have sprouted, but seem weak, slow. The cilantro seems to be on a death march, not sure what is wrong with it. I don't cook much with it anyway..:) Also, the long bed that lives in the shadows of the yard does not seem happy. I am hesitant to replace the primroses for fear that Lottie will snack on them again, but it needs color. Some life. We have a fuchsia that Jennie bought, but it is not out of it's nursery pot yet. That may do the trick. I did fill three planting buckets with dirt and place 3 Van Gogh sunflower seeds in each. I can move them around the yard to follow the patterns of the sun. The seeds in the Buddha bed have sprouted. Photo documentation in a few days.