Should I water or shouldn’t I? A rain cloud drifts over and the gentlest, lightest drops begin to congregate on the patio…but then don’t actually cover it. I drag the hose out to make the morning rounds to pots and garden squares. Wait – what the heck, run, Sandy, run…we get to the house – sorta wet.
Then – what? The sun again?
It cannot decide what is going to happen out there. I didn’t water, but it barely rained enough, if you can call it rain, to leave sparkling drops on leaves. So, I watered. Then, a few hours later, a real, live rain begins…and ends 3.4 minutes later, but it did seem to reach the ground…maybe. Can you say amiguous?
Oh well, it gives me a reason to visit the garden and make sure all is well again.
Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. ~Marcelene Cox
A couple of little grandgirls got anxious today and picked about 2-3 dozen tomatoes and tomatillos before their time. Oops. But I do understand the unbearable anticipation. I figured since this tomatilla was off the vine, we may as well take a look inside. So far…
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit