We’re heading into the last few weeks of summer and it looks like it. It sounds like it too, at night with the singing crickets and during the day with the cicada choir. It’s the transition time, with fresh little watermelons still growing,
and acorn squash maturing on the vine
at the same time the little summer squash are still coming on.
Sarah was at the garden weeding already when I got there this morning. She had already watered, but the dry ground had soaked it up.
After we weeded, Sarah planted three rows of beets for the fall and I planted one long row of carrots in the small garden.
My own garden definitely needed a little love, so I weeded, hoed, watered, mulched, planted 14 garlic cloves, watered again to try to combat the dryness and then had a look at my work.
I had harvested tomatoes, squash and okra, the eggplants not being quite ready yet, so I bagged my produce, filled my coffee cup with water and cut some flowers for the house.
All that beauty and good food too. I didn’t have to buy vegetables, but I did indulge in some figs. Summer. Nothing like it.