Lord it’s hot and humid. I feel lazy and not excited or interested in much. I am still doing what I need to (mostly). The mature plants are now doing their thing. I have to tie up and trim now on occasion but other than that I just pick and eat.
These girls are moving toward the end. There is still green on the ends with some blossoms so we will get another harvest before the frost comes and then they will give up their space for some turnips or kale.
These purple Russian heirlooms are beginning to hit their stride and should produce some lovely fruit. If the frost comes early we will have some fried green tomatoes.
The eggplants and peppers are going strong and will continue to produce through the fall.
I love these little jewels and I know that like the summer their days are nearing the end too. I guess everything has it’s own lifecycle. And even if all goes right and it grows and produces it’s fruit there will be a point where a limit is reached, a still period, then a decline into decay, which in turn will feed what comes next. This year has been kinda like that for me. This winter I stepped out into the unknown in several ways and it led to unexpected places and people and odd ideas that grew into this little blog and a spoken word jazz improv band. It is so random and crazy, me doing this, but it somehow fits the me I silenced so long ago like a glove. I don’t know what I expected. I am guessing that I had no real expectations because in the very beginning the writing was a desperate act and an attempt to make some sense of nonsense. I am at a different place than I was but not where I ultimately want to be, where ever that is. So I acknowledge with gratefulness that my gardens have produced fruit and I wonder what my new, new gardens will be like. Thank you all for stopping by from time to time to check in on me. You have been the very hands of Grace herself to me. Be Groovy!
