“Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.”
I’m not a summer person. Squinting in the sun gives me a headache. Hot weather makes me grumpy. The exuberance most people feel on bright summer days is something I feel in autumn wind and winter snow. I know, nobody likes a summer curmudgeon.
But even though this summer is starting off as one of the hottest and driest in memory, I still find plenty to appreciate.
The little cutting of a climbing rose from my parent’s house is taking over a wall of the house. That’s one reason my kids call it the Killer Rosebush. I think the other reason is the way it manages to whip a thorny tendril at passing humans. Beautiful but hostile.
The clematis is climbing the moon I made out of repurposed (broken) plates, tiles, doll arms, and more all adhered to an old piece of metal.
Thanks to our giant rain barrel and some fervent efforts to mulch (with some unconventional materials) during the coolest spring days, my garden close to the house has become nicely productive without sprouting too many weeds. Well, maybe by the following photos you can tell I have a pretty high tolerance for weeds…
A few rows of pole beans, just beginning to climb.
Tomatillos that have grown rapidly in the recent heat.
I have so much rainbow chard and kale planted that I’m sharing the harvest with the cows. They’re appreciative. I feed them a leaf at a time, enjoying the way the stem end gets chomped last like an edible popsicle stick.
Tomatoes, especially the grape tomatoes, look nearly ready to ripen. That makes them weeks ahead of the norm around here.
A few rows of purple beans promise to ripen simultaneously. I always forget to plant them at timed intervals so this won’t happen.
The garden farther from the house is being taken over by parching corn,
and an asparagus patch on the rampage. It’s so full of weeds that my camera refused to take a clear photo.
A much-anticipated new clutch of eggs resulted in only one chick. It’s a creature of singular charm.
But news big to us is the arrival of Clovis, whose eager wonder at the world around him can’t help but cheer up even the the most heat-fussy among us. Namely me.
It’s a delight to watch him kick up his heels as he runs. It’s heartwarming to see him snuggle and nurse with his mom. He’s even cute when he sneezes.