Saturday, July 23, 2022

Last Days of July

Flowers blooming, garden growing-- summer in full swing. Earlier this week, we had a long soaking rain, from 3 in the morning until 3 in the afternoon. This rain has been the necessary elixir-- everything benefits from steady gentle rain. Now we are entering our third day of steamy heat. Trying to get outside chores done before it gets too hot. It's hard to believe that two months have sailed by since the end of the Spring semester. Looking forward, the Fall semester will begin in approximately 5 weeks. So much to do in the next five weeks. I'm still trying to write every day. So far, I have been successful with a fistful of poems and 100-word stories. Earlier this week, I began a working list of prompts that trigger memories for me. I am currently reading Joy Hargo's memoir Poet Warrior It's a gorgeous narrative, braiding poetry and prose. Reading it has made me feel connected to this life. Harjo's storytelling captured my attention immediately. I literally devoured 100 pages in under three hours. A voice kept telling me to slow down, but I couldn't. It's breath-taking. Making summer jams. Two batches of strawberry done in late June. Now thinking of apricot and raspberry. Getting jars ready to be filled. Something wonderful about jam and toast and a breakfast mug of Irish tea or coffee. I am a creature of comfort habits. In garden news, the yellow squash has exploded with its good fortune. Picking this bounty young captures its best flavors. We're eating more and more vegetarian meals. For me, I feel like I am eating the sun. I am satisfied and feel healthy in my choices. We are going to have a huge crop of cucumbers this year. last few years we have failed miserably. I have the vines growing vertically, up a fence, which will keep the cukes from getting lost on the ground. Hopefully, this works. My grandma Iuppa had a vertical garden in her back yard. She lived in the city, where properties were close together. I loved her garden. It was magically for me, watching her work. I wonder what she would say about our struggling blue lake green beans. This year's plants have struggled from seed. This never happens. Our dry beans (pintos, black, red) are off and running. It's so strange. Tomatoes are growing by leaps and bounds. I have "saved" at least 20 god-given tomato plants. Hopefully, there are orange and yellow tomatoes in what I transplanted to rows. We'll see. The cherry-size tomatoes are starting to produce. So sweet. Something wonderful about popping them in your mouth and letting them meltdown to that squirt of sweetness. So, so good. Now to enjoy every minute of the next five weeks.

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