Deep into the days of summer, I’m sharing a post that I wrote last year for my church’s website. With an early spring snow, this year’s garden is behind schedule, but what a treasure it was to discover hearty, red-veined beet leaves during a just-before-dusk weeding session last night . . .
Once the dew dries today, I will amble up to the garden and pick enough tomatoes to fill my Maine Garden Hod. There’s no stopping those plants now, and if I don’t hurry up and pick enough green tomatoes for our favorite relish — well, there just won’t be any green tomatoes up there.
While I’m picking, I’ll take note of the dill’s progress. Two days ago (when I last picked tomatoes, but who’s complaining?) the sprays of small yellow flowers were pale fireworks. Poet, Luci Shaw would say, “They lift their lovely, loose exactness.” Somehow, in spite of their…
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