Raised bed gardens, part 4

Dada, with his excellent eyes, found a baby praying mantis hanging out in our tent. He decided to transplant him (her? probably her...) to the garden so she could earn her keep. Here she is in her new home:

 

The peas are done. They got away from us. Triskal likes peas, but we do not like what peas to do Triskal. Enough said.

 

Dada has rerouted the cucumbers onto the pea trellis. See the big one that's almost ready to be picked? Anyone want any cucumbers? Anyone?

 

Green beans are coming along nicely too. Dada and I picked some in the rain, then he & Grandma Barb had them for dinner. I asked how they were and he said, "they tasted like green beans." That's good, right?

 

Anyone want any cucumbers? =D