I don’t make lemonade. Well, okay, I make it for family gatherings at my dad’s place, but I cheat every time. Pour a little powder in a pitcher, add water and ice, and stir. Easy-peasy. They even have the stuff you don’t need to add sugar to. Whatever happened to the Kool-Aid man?
Me, I like ice water. Ice-cold craft beer if the kids aren’t around. I do, however, draw the line at retrieving water or other beverages for someone else unless it’s a) a family gathering, or b) my spouse (and then only when he asks nicely and I’m going to get a drink for myself anyway). And “please” is required. So, needless to say, I didn’t bring a bribe with me when I found my Muse tucked away in a hammock under the shade of the trees.
He has an arm over his eyes, and an MP3 player on his oh-so-fine chest. Either he’s sleeping, meditating, or listening to an audio book. I tug an earbud free of his ear. He doesn’t move. “Hey.”
He still doesn’t move. “What?”
“Heat advisory today. The National Weather Service is predicting a heat index of 100-105 degrees. No outdoor activity is recommended.”
“And? That doesn’t start until this afternoon.”
“Yes, so I have no excuse not to work on my WIP. Why is it you’re not hounding me?”
Now he adjusts his forearm enough to peer at me. “Doesn’t seem to do much good, lately. I’m tired.”
Good point, I guess. I’ve been spending most of my free time weeding, picking wild black raspberries, trucking my daughter to appointments, and listening to same talk endlessly about One Direction fanfic, 1D concerts, 1D videos, 1D secret marriages, the list goes on. And on the occasions I’m not involved with the above, my creative energy needs a push, hence the reason my post is so late (or early for this week 😉 )
It appears my “push” has been lounging around for a while. “Really? I had to drag you into my writing space the other day to get my random topic for my Meet Your Main Character writing group finished. And now, look at you. I’m trying to get my blog post done, and you’re laying around listening to what? Yanni? Ocean waves?”
He covers his eyes again. “You, at the moment. You know, you could’ve brought something to entice me. A nice cold beer would taste good.”
Grumble. “If you’d been hounding me, I just might consider doing that. You know where the fridge is.” I am so tempted to tip him out of that hammock.
“Not a good idea, love. I know what you’re thinking.”
“Fine. I need your help this afternoon. Please.”
He tucks the earbud back into place. “Yup. Quiet time. Have a cold one waiting for me, and I’ll be there.”
Anyway, now’s the time the weeds are turbocharged. Here’s a shot of the garden.
I let my radishes go to seed to give the bees more flowers to work with. The cilantro and dill are blooming, and the borage buzzes with bees. I’m a proponent of giving the bees lots of opportunity to find nectar. We are surrounded by farm fields full of corn (wind-pollinated), soybeans (self-fertile, so needs no pollinators), and a “backyard” full of grasses, stinging nettle, and giant ragweed, all wind-pollinated.
The downside? The garden looks trashy with the borage, cilantro, dill, and radishes all sprawling and blooming. I pull the radishes and borage after they’re done blooming, and let the dill and cilantro seed. The cilantro will come up again before winter.
Heat advisory today, so hoping to get my pages for my writing sisters ready to send out. Enjoy the weekend and stay cool!