It's mid July, July 13 to be exact. What feels more like "summer" than a July day? How about a July day that doesn't include rain? Yeah, I can't remember what that's like anymore - it's been raining here for weeks. I think my entire garden is going to float away. I'm just hoping to enjoy a bite of red tomato before all twenty of my plants succumb to early blight. Oh and those striped cucumber beetles, those guys are wearing on my last nerve. I went so far as to get a bucket of warm soapy water yesterday and then I attempted to capture and submerge said antagonists. They so weren't having it. Had I been able to detect the slightly higher frequencies of the bug world, I believe I would have heard the distant, derisive sound of beetle laughter.
The garden is loosely "roped off" with one of my husband's old t-shirts (cut up and recycled into garden twine). It helps keep the plants out of harm's way when the greyhounds start racing through the yard, and it makes the kids think twice before aimlessly wandering through "Mommy's Garden." This afternoon Mr. Z asked to enter the garden. Why not I thought. But as he entered the sacred grounds, he couldn't help touching the green fruit growing on the tomato vines. He was having this lovely moment, fascinated by what he saw and lost in his 3-year old wonder. Me, I was lost in my own private panic, trying to think of how to calmly but quickly explain to my son why it was simply unthinkable that he touch any of the blight-contaminated foliage. Ah, the countless opportunities I am presented to get over myself. What a blessing it is to parent!
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