I did not get out an email to my Plot Against Hunger volunteers until this morning, but Jane, volunteer extraordinaire, had already been to the garden. She harvested zukes, cukes, and tomatoes, added some of her own extra produce, and bagged it all up.
Then she ran it over to the AFAC cooler at the Courthouse farm market. She said there wasn’t much in the way of weeding, so I’m assuming Sarah’s and my efforts last weekend made a difference. The 10th and Barton Plot gardens, and AFAC in general are really fortunate to have volunteers that just run by and do what needs doing on the fly. I am very grateful.
It is really beginning to feel like late summer to me. Signs are everywhere: the sycamores shedding their enormous leaves, the cicadas and crickets singing, the fact I have all my windows open to the lovely air. As if to put the lock on all those impressions, on one of my errands I noticed the walnut tree at the bottom of the courtyard.
It is loaded with walnuts. A couple had fallen already and I picked them up and had a good sniff. I just love the citrus-menthol smell of them. I suppose fall must come, but I will enjoy these late summer days all the more for that.