Cheech and Chong goings on here. I'm talking about the height of the summer with sunflowers and garden produce and blackberries. Fleas and flies too, more's the pity. Hot, of course, and dry. So I try to get my watering and necessary garden work done before noon, then it's back to Miss Birdie's book and trying to find places to incorporate some of the thought and images of this time of year.
rhythm of their own, like soldiers marching. I imagine a swishing, rustling sort of tune and two bare-footed little girls playing hide and seek in the green maze.
woolly bear caterpillar -- the first I've seen this year -- promises a mild winter. (Good news with heating prices rising. We heat with wood and have a kerosene backup -- which we'll be using less and less, I have a feeling.) Of course, there's no scientific evidence to support this old wives' tale, but that doesn't mean Miss Birdie doesn't believe it.
So, along with the cucumbers, beans, tomatoes, and squash I picked this morning, I also harvested some ideas. I'll work them up, just like I do the beans and tomatoes and get them into a form that will keep --adding texture and depth to Birdie's book.