Olympic Spirit

They only come 'round every four years, but at the first hint of their arrival you start to catch familiar scents. It's the aroma of grit, the wafting fumes of narrative, and the pungent blast of underdog. The games are as much individual tenacity as they are sport, equal parts regimen and recklessness. The heat of the summer and the sizzle of the global spirit are infectious. In response, the garden is flexing its muscles.

From left to right: The green bean stalks are kicking it in down the stretch, while the cucumbers are giving a steady performance; the tomatoes are just warming up, and the red lettuce has concluded its run in prolific style.

We'll keep you posted as the events unfold.