There aren’t too many times in my life that I do not have the philosophy “more is better.” I am referring to the number of branches on a forsythia.
I’m ready for the season to change. Spring and fall are my favorite garden times. I am completely over this summer.
It’s been several years since it has been so hot and humid for such a long stretch. It seems like it could be a hurricane magnet.
I may have mentioned this previously, summer is my least favorite season. It’s too darned hot!
I love rain. Tuesday was a personal favorite. We worked outside. I cannot say enough about proper rain gear.
Every year at this time I am filled with regrets. Why didn’t I plant the winter squashes sooner? Why did I let so many peas go unpicked?
Since moving to the Vineyard in 1970, I have never understood that classic from Porgy and Bess, “Summertime and the living is easy.”
There is a lot of time spent in traffic these days. I put the truck in park and try to improve my powers of observation.
I guess this would be considered “High Summer.” There is plenty of food for the picking in the vegetable garden.