Clouds tumbled across the sky so quickly, a kaleidoscope of color ebbed over the land. I was deep charcoal and shadowless and then brightly lit and squinting and then wet with fat rain drops, all in a matter of the few minutes it took for me to trot out to collect eggs and return. On my way back I stepped over my garden gloves, the same ones I’d stepped over every day for a few weeks now.
ps No mama digs today. New column up next Monday.
Um, YEAH! I looked at our raised beds today (teencey compared to the Capital-G-Gardening you do!) and said, Oh, holy crap, when did everything get so big? We need to eat more damn salad!
Rainy June = no watering required = really easy for me to kinda forget we have a garden.
I consider that a gift. 🙂