I know I’m too old for this but there’s a subtle feeling of helplessness, of being swept along -and to something lousy- that happens when I see the calendar about to change to August.
Barely awake, I go out barefoot, in shorts and t-shirt to check the tomatoes. Everything is green and lush in the golden light. The air is still and warm. The tomatoes are coming along nicely. And, so are the watermelons and corn that we tried on a lark this year. It’s been a great summer for growing a garden: Hot and humid days but intermittent bouts of rain. It is shaping up to be a great beach day but I have to go to work.
Can’t it just stay July, forever
copyright 2018 Christopher Donahue