How did it become the end of July? I feel like this summer is slipping by so quickly this year. Maybe that’s part of getting older. Nah… I like to think it’s more related to living close to the land.
I’m noticing artichoke flowers getting so huge and open that they topple over from their own weight.
Juniper could hardly hold the hose a few weeks ago, but now she’s an expert garden waterer.
The apricot tree is bare, picked clean of fruit. The fig tree is now bent over with probably a hundred pounds of figs.
We’ve enjoyed summer through pies: strawberry-rhubarb, blueberry, blackberry and peach to name a few.
There’s still the hot, long days of August ahead which I look forward to all year. But I’m afraid it will pass by in a blink as well. Is it just me, or are these long days just not long enough??