Three days until the summer solstice, the opening bell for summer. It’s felt like summer for the past week, from temps in the 90s last week, to tropical humidity, to rumbling thunderstorms. There were even tornadoes in southwest MN last week.
I love spring and fall. Moderate temps and humidity make for comfortable days outside. There’s nothing quite like the smell of spring, that new green scent of fresh leaves and early flowers. Fall has the loamy musk of fallen leaves and a kaleidoscope of colors.
Summer is next in line. I love that I don’t need a jacket, the lakes are warm enough to swim in (Not that I actually swim in them–give me concrete and chlorine any day. No chiggers or weeds or swimmer’s itch.), and so much green. What I don’t like is the hot and humid. Sure, Minnesota is famous for cold winters, but we have summers that can make you think you’re in Florida.
I’ll bet you’re wondering about my garden this year. If you followed me last year, I posted pics of my garden throughout the summer, including monster harvests of softball-sized onions and potatoes. It was awesome.
So. Much. Work.
I swore this year I’d do a smaller garden.
You’re thinking I did what I’ve done for the past x number of years: plant a garden just as effing big as the one the year before.
Ha! I didn’t. Nah nee nah nee boo boo! My hubby tilled an area just as big as the garden last year, but I resisted his prodding and the urge to fill all that bare ground. It’s still 75 feet long (the length of our soaker hoses) but this year it’s only 16 feet wide, not 35 feet like last year.
It still took me almost three hours to weed down one “aisle”. I pull on both sides of the walkway, so I guess that would count as two rows. Two “aisles” down, two more to go. I just hope I can find my vegetables among the ever-growing ranks of weeds.
I’ll post pics once I clean up the weeds. ‘Course, by the time I get done with this round of weeding, I’ll have to start over. I keep reminding myself there’s nothing like fresh vegetables from the garden, especially sweet corn and tomatoes. To get a good crop, you have to wage war on the relentless weeds.
But, time weeding equals time not writing. I’m behind on my WIP revision, so I like to make up excuses not to weed, but if I don’t, well, you know what happens. All those lovely softball-sized onions wind up as sad golf ball-sized onions, if you can find them at all.
So, summer is bittersweet. I love the longer days (until after Monday the 20th, when the longest day is over and the days start getting shorter again), the sun, the loads of green and wildflowers and fishing and fresh veggies. The mosquitoes, tropical heat/humidity, and incessant weeding/mowing, the time taken away from my writing, not so much.
Anyway, enjoy the solstice. Hey, it isn’t an excuse to stop writing. Take advantage of that lazy day on the beach or in the porch swing to write a short story about the old fishing hole or a poem about the butterfly flitting around the petunias.
Go on. Write already!