I'd like to introduce you to the rest of our front porch family.
This is Herman. He's a mammoth jalapeno (seriously, that's the breed). He may be tiny now, but you know, might of a mite and all that. Here's what I know - he's adorable, and he WILL be pico.
EDITED: Herman bloomed into a flower today! My mother assures me that he'll still turn into a fruit.
These strawberries are a budding group of young sisters, not unlike Little Women. They are conservative and sweet and are making their place in the world. They are collectively called Jane.
And now this guy. I was literally running my finger across his body when I realized that he was a worm and not part of the tomato vine. I wanted to kill him because worms eat tomatoes (Sidebar: I don't have any tomatoes yet. I planted them late in the season, but they're growing like weeds (ha), so fingers crossed.), but Dave wants him to turn into a butterfly, so he was spared. He goes by Gus or sometimes Gus Gus like the little mouse in Cinderella. He's fat, lazy, happy, and harmless.
This is my beautiful basil. She goes by Basil. She's of the sweet variety with just enough edge, perfect for lemonade and bruschetta.
This is Celocia. Oh sure, she's gorgeous, but she will break your heart when she leaves you for a tatted-up drummer. I speak from experience - she didn't hang around my front porch for long. Just long enough to show off and make me fall in love with that fine magenta bloom. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Here's the parsley. It's not named. It's just parsley.
And finally, the social butterfly of the group - the chocolate mint. Her name is Rachel, named after the most social butterfly I know. Can you tell that the mint vine is flowing all the way to the ground? It just keeps going. One of my favorite things to do is rub the mint leaves a little bit. It makes the whole porch smell like dessert.
And that's it, less a few casualties that I didn't photograph. And yes, Dave and I really do refer to them all my name. : )