|Our farm and wildflower border along the road|
Some of you may feel as if you live on the far side of the moon, or the sun, if you're cooking under 110 degree heat. I melt when the thermometer hits 80 and the humidity soars. This week temperatures will rise into the 90's. Living in the lovely Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, which reminds me of The Shire (The Lord of the Rings), we are spared the worst of summer--usually. The amount of heat we get zapped with is plenty for me. I'm a spring and fall junkie because I love the cooler temps, infinite blue skies, and welcome the much needed rain. Our part of the valley tends to be dry, but our farm has a deep well and I drag the hose around to water. It's a lot of work, though. Not that I'm one to complain.
We've had a splendid June this year. To venture forth outside in the early morning is pure joy. The garden reveals fresh wonders no matter how often I go there. Even if the earth is parched, beads of dew sparkle on the glistening leaves like tiny jewels. Morning makes all things new.
I'm incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by this mini Eden and gratified to help bring it to life. I also give nature and our creator, God, quite a bit of the credit.
As I reluctantly bid early summer adieu and brace myself for hot July, I will seek the beauty. And keep watch for fairies.
"Our love of outdoor life is hereditary; Adam was a gardener. ~Poor Richard Junior's Philosophy, The Saturday Evening Post, 1903, George Horace Lorimer, editor
Everything, from kings to cabbages, needs a root in the soil somewhere. ~Woods Hutchinson, A.M., M.D. (1862–1930)
Plants give us oxygen for the lungs and for the soul. ~Terri Guillemets
I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
And with that, I agree.