My mother, even in her current state, was bragging to Andrew about her yellow prairie rose bush.  My Dad hopes we take some to transplant in our yard.  They sure handle drought well.

These roses were transplanted from my Dad’s mother’s yard, who transplanted them from old Pete Gietzen, who transplanted them from Gregor Kastner. The latter two gentlemen have been deceased for decades, sort of neat transplanting plants, sort of people’s legacies.
Simon’s peas are growing.
His beans are coming.
Cabbage with “sacrificial” radishes. The bugs will eat the radish leaves instead of the cabbage.
Tiny cucumber plant.
Tomato plant.
Buttercup squash with volunteer dill.
Ambrose planted these onions all by himself, it’s pretty windy, but the rows are really straight and neatly placed…mind of an engineer!
Bases were loaded and he got them all home.⚾