Today is going to hit 93F here - definitely not a day to be dashing about trying
to catch balls. Life is a game where we are always juggling balls in the air,
even a pandemic hasn't put a stop to that.
Everyday things continue to crop up around the cottage and garden.
Things wear out, break down, leak, drip, grind to a halt, die.
In the garden, so beautiful a month ago, blooms now fade, some die,
others droop, drop, fall over, give up. . . .and then the creepy crawlies move
in to suck, chew, kill. So we drag hoses, deadhead, spray with soapy water,
add a splash of fertilizer, trim back, cut down. Cross fingers a lot.
Are you staying busy with all those chores, keeping the balls moving through
the air. . . . .or are they falling to the ground as mine seem to be doing in the
heat? Right now I'm heading out into the garden again, watering the pots
already drying out. Still grateful for the garden. Still loving the birds.
The figs are plumping up and there will be lots of picking ahead
late summer. The back garden will continue to get a facelift - when the
mosquitoes are fewer, hopefully.
The holiday weekend apparently starts tonight, although we heard
fireworks in the neighborhood last evening.
The celebration will be different this year.
Enjoy all you can during these troubled times - keep those balls bouncing!
God bless America!
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