At this point in summer

On garlic scapes, salmon cakes, and cooking in spurts

At this point in summer, the tomatoes in the pots out front still resemble marbles more than fruit, but the lettuces I planted are long gone, having been pruned to stumps by the neighborhood rabbits before the leaves could grow to anything remotely salad-sized. That there are any rabbits alive at all on this block is an unlikely feat — made possible, I …