Quiet river reflections
The day after a lightning storm, with lots of wind and rain, always leads to a fresher garden. It's as if everything had been well rinsed, freshened up, and plumped up a bit. Of course, not everything took to the storm. My corn is partially blown over, and I lost a few rose canes, too. But all in all, it's a fair trade. And everything smells fresh. There are scents in the garden I rarely notice - but today, they were obvious. And I don't know how the hummingbirds felt about the storm, but they were in the garden today, hovering just a few feet away from me, then arguing with one another. (They're quite territorial.)
Another month or two of harvest, then the garden will be put away again for the year. I always enjoy the break - but oh! how I will miss the fresh produce! That is worth every hour I spend out there...and as most of my veggies grow in raised beds, it's reasonably easy work, as well. There will be lots to give away this year - tomatoes, peppers, cukes, squash, pumpkins, maybe a few melons. I grow in large quantities, at least to some degree, simply for the joy of sharing it all with others. Blessings received are doubly joyous when they are passed along to others.
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