I’ve missed time outside. Missed may be too gentle of a word. Craved? Yearned? Viscerally required..
With the more potent creatures of energy in this house discovering, pounding upon, and vocally barraging any boundary set before them… bedtime has fallen.
And with it, any hope at a regular visit to the garden in the evenings. Even with the garden a mere fifteen feet from the back door, it may seem miles these days.
Such that a large Black Prince splits one day and mildews in its splits the next.
I have my seeds for the next solstice now at least.
The okra is coming in slowly. Curious. Not enough at once for even a side dish. Perhaps the ten or so plants will gain momentum and I’ll rue this day soon enough.
A melon has appeared in the green beans. Did I plant that? This year? Or was it last?
The zinnias are, finally, holding true to promises of summer blooms. I hope the fun pops of pink and orange will continue as the heat climbs higher. The nasturtiums are hanging on, the troopers.
The corn lost the battle with gravity after the second flattening. The storm two weeks back took out the corn, half the tomatoes, and both windshields on my car (via tree.)
I should really remove it but have to move the beautifully composted compost out of the cooked pile first and… time in the garden is left wanting.
So happy solstice, y’all. From one still sunlit corner of the world, brightened ever more my a smaller sun mimic, to yours. May the ride down the backside of this year’s coaster be joyful, healthful, and grateful.
Oh no. Sorry to read about the storm damage, esp. the windshields. Wee ones are all-consuming. Your time is coming .. I promise. Happy Solstice!
Thank you. I hope the birds are plentiful and interesting.
Enjoyable summer message, highlighted by the two photographs. Nice.
Happy summer to you!