Endless sunny days and so far I have worked very little in the garden. Things grow and produce despite my neglect, but still it’s time for some maintenance. Even an hour or two will accomplish a lot.
First, the Strawberries
Although I’ve been harvesting them for a month I still see a few stragglers remaining. I always imagine they are anxiously waiting for me to come pick them, afraid of being left behind.
“I’m here, ” they call out. “Don’t forget me. I’m juicy and red. Look just under the leaves and you will see me.”
I did and found many more than I expected.
Next up, the weeds
Once in the garden I see more work to be done and tackle the most glaring and obvious: the tallest of the weeds to be pulled, the volunteers to be moved or disposed of, the empty spots to be filled in. The dahlias I planted last year didn’t come up again so I pulled the weeds that had taken their place. This opened up a spot for a zealous rose and traveling lavender, both of which had sprung up unbidden nearby. They earned it!
Some of the work is best left to others, the pollinators for instance. The bees busily worked the lavender like those on a mission but still left something behind for the moth.
The blooming and the ripening
I wander about the garden, stopping here and there to admire the flowers
and anticipate the promise to come; the ripening of these tomatoes for instance,
and biting down on one of these apples in the fall, the first I have ever grown.
And don’t forget to pet the cat
And what’s time spent in the garden without a furry friend? Invariably I am joined by one or the other of my two cats who follows along and begs my attention. I always oblige. Today it was the handsome Tiger.
A cool drink and it’s time to go.
A day well spent in the garden.