Peppers, both hot and sweet: IN.
More turnips because the first ones I planted didn't do jack: IN.
More lettuce because we always intercrop lettuce with the corn: IN.
Left to plant: leeks, zucchini, butternut squash, melons, and the Chioggia pumpkin.
We're getting there . . .
P.S. Cubby wandered into the garden yesterday and started to play with the chives, pulling off the dried blossoms and pulling them apart. Since we were in the garden and he seemed absorbed, I started to weed the chard, glancing up every now and then to make sure he hadn't wandered away or started eating dirt or found a piece of glass in the ground or any of the other million ways he tries to sabotage himself because he is a toddler and that is what they do. At one of my glance-ups, I saw him put the end of a chive blossom in his mouth and take a bite. I waited for the inevitable spitting out of it and possible screaming, because that's damn near what I did the one time I put a whole chive blossom in MY mouth. Instead he just . . . kept on nibbling on it. And then he smelled like onions for the rest of the day. Such a weird child.