Monday, August 24, 2009
It may be approaching late August, but I’m not going to let summer waltz on out of here. Not yet. I have yet to get to the coast this summer, and there are more baseball games left in the season. The tomatoes are just coming into their own, and I caught myself thinking, “Another caprese salad—again?” But then I quickly kicked myself.
We’re still working our way through the edible border, and the summer sown carrots and parsnips are quickly growing. I’ve come to identify the damage in the side garden is due to the black vine weevil, and I’m on the hunt for beneficial nematodes to let loose in the garden just about now. My Master Gardener training is really paying off: access to all of these smart people and resources is a godsend.
We sat outside yesterday morning with the paper and our coffee. The sun was warm but the morning was still cool. I know the season will soon transition: we’re in the waning days of summer. But it’s this time in between: between high summer and true fall, that I love the best. The time of harvest, sunshine, brown grass underfoot, tomatoes, pears and long days. The golden sunshine isn’t quite here: the way the light changes will give it away that fall is at our doorstep.
I refuse to let summer go. Yet.
P.S. Our new backyard patio is getting a lot of use. But we’ve built it with many purposes. The copper tubing along the top edge supports laundry hung out to dry, and it’s a wonderful place for dinners, coffee, and I also refer to is as my summer office.
But at night it holds yet another purpose: it’s the perfect frame for projecting movies in the garden.