It’s time for each boy to pick cucumbers hanging from their vines. The trellises are getting heavy and starting to lean, especially Rex’s who has about four right now. The boys are the most excited picking these. They marvel and compare how large they are. Then, they use them as swords and guns and run around. 

Later, I make pickled cucumbers: a batch for us, a batch for Grandpa. Ours have onions and dill. They’re a refreshing summer treat!