I can hear the Bobwhite chanting away in the distance. A few weeks ago she marched into my garden like she owned the place … like she was looking for an apartment or something. I was beginning to wonder whose garden it was. Then yesterday I saw her under the blue spruce. Again she seemed elegant and regal.
In the spring I used to wake up and run out to catch a look at a squash blossom. These days my joy is the Morning Glories. They are a heartbreaking blue and they are sooooo perfect. Since nearly everything else is in decline out there, they are a wonderful beauty on which to focus.
The tomato hornworms chomped their way through an eggplant last night. Darn they are hard to find. I finally spotted it on the underside of a half eaten leaf. My once lush Sweet 100’s have been reduced to Sweet 40’s … not that I had been able to keep up with them.
Right now legions of swallows are diving through the hayfield gobbling up mosquitoes or some bug. There is a certain time when they descend and then just as quickly they are gone.
The humidity has finally broken, and tonight promises some 50 degree weather. It was a perfect Vineyard day today. Anne and I worked early to prepare the old corn bed for a fall crop of spinach. She did a great job of weeding the pathways and now it’s up to me to mulch them down.