Drowning in turnips, dreaming of spelt

The last couple of times I've been to my garden at Reed this week, I've just been harvesting. More Turnips, more turnip greens, more snow peas. Nothing else to report.

My home garden at Caruthers is a flower fest. Everything is coming in beautifully. Yesterday, I planted some sprouted spelt, hoping that come fall, I'll have amber waves of grain. I think people plant winter rye for the beneficial effect on the soil; so maybe this'll work the same way.