10 crayons: Tumbleweed, cadet blue, scarlet, yellow orange, olive green, mauvelous, timberwolf, indigo, lavender, and a soft brown that is unnamed.
Posted at 08:16 PM in color | Permalink
Harvesting: zucchini, beans, tomatoes, peaches, and hazelnuts (the squirrels and stellar jays are helping with that).
As I was picking the peaches I remembered a poem, "Wild Peaches." Not one I know very well so I went looking. The line I like best:
"When strawberries go begging, and the sleek blue plums lay open to the blackbird's beak, we shall live well --we shall live very well." By Elinor Morton Wylie
Posted at 06:11 PM in field notes, garden, poetry | Permalink
At 7:41 AM, 64 degrees F, light breeze. Crows, seagulls, a song bird or two. A bee. Glistening spider webs. Distant cars. The street is quiet.
This morning I was considering gates.
"Thresholds are the welcome mats of a garden: horizontal markers that carve out the landscape..." Julie Moir Messervy, From The Magic Land
Posted at 05:59 PM in connect, delight, field notes, garden, read | Permalink