Silver Bells, Cockle Shells, they’re all just fine without me
While I’ve been busy with a bunch of this
and a whole lot of that
I haven’t had much time to pay attention to what’s going on in my own backyard. Yes, you’re seeing right. It’s time for the Aerial Squirrel Olympics.
And the garden, while not defying gravity, is worthy of some medals of its own. Fat snap peas hang from stalks that sail skyward
We’ve had fresh salad every night
The strawberries are ruby red gems of tasty goodness
Even those I have neglected are putting out. Ignore an onion long enough and she’ll do something to attract your attention —
Likewise the weeds. I knew it would pay off to put off pulling this guy.
And just like that the summer is sailing past, and it is time to hang up the jump ropes and the swim goggles, wish the veggies good luck with their battle against the weeds, and load up the car for the jumbo July road trip.
We’ll catch you from the road. ‘Til then…Wagons East!