Wednesday, June 27

The Gardener's Morning

 Today, I slipped on my hot-pink crocs and joined Jason in the garden, snapping a few photos as he watered, enjoying the morning together with a cappuccino in hand and the sound of the river echoing in the valley as it wraps around our field.  

My how the garden has grown! It loves the scorching heat we've had the past two weeks however it means constant watering for Jason. About an hour and a half each morning he delicately waters the small plants, picks the ready to eat zucchini & lettuces, reties the tomatoes and weeds the strawberry patch. He could easily spend all day down here & would love to - but other work beckons, calling him away for this peaceful bliss.
Zucchini Blossoms
I came across this lovely garden poem:

The Gardener's Morning
The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.
- Howard Dolf

Poppies & daisies cover the resting rows of the garden, such pesky & pretty 'weeds!'

Mischievous little Peepers hiding in the eggplants!

Yellow Onions
The dirty boots at the back kitchen door say it all...
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