It is so lush outside these days. Everything is at its peak, as far as I am concerned. The Rose of Sharon, or dog bush as some call it, is in full bloom and buzzing with bees and hummingbirds. We watched one come up to the hollyhock that has grown to the height of the kitchen windows. What a special thing that was to see.
In the trees, the oak galls are turning dark and the buckeye leaves are starting to show their age. I always watch for the buckeyes. It is a balm to me when the air feels so heavy and hot. The past while has been quite mild, really, with brooding weather and days in the low eighties. Next week is supposed to be in the upper eighties, so I think it will be time to make the lemonade stand that we have planned for so long. And to take that trip to the local beach.
I've spent some of the morning weeding the garden. While the rows were clear, thanks to Carrie, the plants are so full of grass and weeds it is comical. I know now what it is like to let a garden get out of control. I pulled mountains of grass, with still more to go. The bean plants look so pathetic without their weedy companions, though they are happy and healthy and putting out flowers and pods.
The corn is getting tall and Roan loves to walk through the rustling leaves. The apples are looking promising on the trees and the cucumbers are blooming. The milkweed is full of activity and the pear tree is full of little pears. This is a hopeful time, with just a bit of anxiety about the work that lies ahead. I think the harvest will be a good one this year.
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