This is the best part of summer… the plants are mature and need little tending, and there’s nothing to do but kick back and enjoy the show. Oh, and water every night, but for me the opportunity to do something in the garden is such a pleasure that I’m gladly out there with the hose, morning and night. I spent a couple of hours today reclining in my chair, reading, enjoying the scent of sweet peas in the air. The heat crickets sang and in the background I heard the sound of children playing in the schoolyard below, every once in a while the crack of a ball hitting a bat. July 31st tomorrow. Is it my imagination or does July fly by faster than any of the other months?
POLLENATRIX 