Come take a walk with me this evening as I meander through the pasture to the picket fence that surrounds my garden. The garden gate creaks slightly as I open it and step into the garden.
The cool evening has been kind to my plants, and everything is lush and green. The corn is getting high, and the peas and beans are growing out of control, spilling over their supports. There are tiny cucumbers forming, and my granddaughter's pumpkins are coming along. There are lots of yellow blossoms that will soon be summer heirloom squash.
The hanging petunia baskets are bright purple and pink, and create a nice backdrop for the garden. The herbs are doing well, and I'll have to use some of them this week in a pasta dish. The evening is quiet, and it feels good just to stand there and take it all in.
As I head back to the house, I pass the orchard, where the apple trees are loaded with fruit. The Italian Plum trees will bear enough fruit for some jam this year. The Asian Pear has some fruit on it, but nothing like last year. However, it will all be enough at harvest time.
I love this time of year, when summer is high, and fall is not yet in our thoughts. I'll savor every moment of this month of August, and celebrate the beauty of the days in my own way.
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