I do like this little poem by George Ellis, The Twelve Months:

Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breezy, Sneezy, Freezy

June is indeed ‘bowery’ in the huerto, and although the sweet peas have not yet reached the top of the arch, the whole plot is dripping with flowers:

The bounty continues with carrot thinnings, butterhead lettuce ‘Grandpa Admires’, calabrese, mangetout ‘Shiraz’ and ‘Oregon Sugar Pod’, baby courgettes and the very first Charlotte potatoes.