Remember those peas I planted way back in February? The ones some people insisted were planted way too soon? Mmm... delicious.

Truth is, the doubters were half-right. While the snow peas survived the relentless, late winter rains, most of my first planting of snap peas rotted in the ground, as did nearly all of my kale and most of my lettuce. But seeds are cheap, and after multiple subsequent sowings, all my veggies are coming in fine, if a few weeks late. For example, this time last year I had been self-sufficient in lettuce for almost a month, but this year I'm still only eating the occasional thinnings.

Still, on a weekend like this past one, with the bees buzzing in the raspberry patch and the sun actually stressing some of my starts, it's easy to forget how fucking miserable this spring has been. That is, until I take a look at the sorry-ass state of my tomatoes, which only made it into the ground yesterday, my latest planting ever.

I could kill for a fresh picked vine-ripened tomato. But it looks like I may be waiting until August.