A normal summer would find me mowing the grass every week. But this summer's high temperatures and dry skies weren't normal so the mower sat idle for all of July and most of August. Last week, Mother Nature saw fit to help the grass grow again and so she sent some rain our way. I fired up my slightly cranky 10 year old mower for another tour of duty in the backyard.
The fruit trees have endured the hard summer with greater ease than some of the other plants in the garden. The summer's heat has meant that the trees have had to sink some deep roots to get the nourishment they need. Fortunately, they are planted in the back of the yard, near the garden. While the rest of the lawn suffered from the lack of rain, I always made sure that the garden was getting the water it needed.
There is no apple or pear harvest in my backyard this fall ----- the trees are still a bit young for that. But gardens are all about promise and prospects. They are a lesson in the virtue of patience. I can wait.
I am grateful that Robert Mueller is on the job because I have grown weary of the bully-in-chief. He’s bad for the world and worse than that for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Sherman Alexie’s The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… holiday plans, Mason jars, twinkling lights, the smell of piney branches, a good book, Christmas ribbon, holiday cooking, cheery plaid skirts, the smooth feel of velvet, advent calendars, spiced cider, a steamy mug of tea on a cold night, soft nightgowns, a good book, address labels, morning coffee, cashmere sweaters, the smell of cedar, time to write, and the tired feel of a good workout.