The Last, Hot Days of Summer

9/15/2020

Isn’t it Autumn yet? We’re often away in September and October, which leaves me scrambling to start my garden late in the season. This year, we’ll be home and I’ve been looking forward to sowing and planting early in the season for a change. I was hoping starting this week.

But that’s not going to happen. The temps are still in the upper 80s, lower 90s – too hot for cool season flowers and vegetables. I knew it. I know it. But I’m still disappointed because, well, I’m not always reasonable where gardening is concerned.

It really is for the best, though. We’ve decided that since we have a few weeks, we’d might as well reinforce some of the raised beds. We’re also going to squeeze in one more bed. It will be great for my (mini) crop rotation.

And since I have time and will have a little more space, I’d might as well order a few packets of something wonderful that I haven’t tried yet.

And I have still have plenty of work in the garden, which is just beginning to show it’s lovely fall exuberance.

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A Little of This, a Little of That

Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran

There is much that is tragic about our world. There is also much that is beautiful. To be sure, a lot of the beauty extends to beyond this world. It comes from an all-encompassing, divine love.

This blog is meant to share that joy -- poetry, religion, the natural world, art, books, music, travel, history, and other lovely, beautiful topics. I find I have no wish to focus on the sad. I do realize, by the way, that a lot of history is sad. But we hardly need for me to highlight that.

One more thing/disclaimer: Religion, you might ask? I am a religious person, so much so that I fervently believe everyone should have the right to their own -- provided, of course, that it doesn't hurt others.

It is all about love and sharing.

Out beyond ideas of wrong and right, there is a field. I'll meet you there. -- Rumi

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