Blazing heat. Muggy, too. Awful day. Didn’t do very much. Made lunch and dinner, but that’s usual. Wrote. Did laundry. The usual stuff. Dropped off daughter at friend’s place. Picked her up. The highpoint? Watered the garden, always a satisfying thing to do. Holly objected and woofed, because she wanted watering too — a true water-dog, she is! She loves to bite at, and eat, the water that jets out of the hosepipe. I indulged her a bit, and she was ecstatic. Continued on with the watering. Picked a bunch of vegetables.
I find myself loving beans on their vines. They’re shy. They hide. Then, when you lift the vine, you see them dangling there, rich and green. They reveal themselves gradually to the discerning eye. Here they are, along with the usual show-off tomatoes and a couple of small green peppers. Pretty, no?
Growing things make me happy (and growing things makes me happy).
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