hot humid buggy and yet...

And yet still beautiful. Still fantastically dense with flowers in the ready. Lush and wonderful. That is what the end of June looks like.

(early bloomer)

 

 

(lots of buds)

 

 (Heliopsis Prairie Sunset)

 

 

 (Big Bed)

 

Nevertheless, it's hot, humid and buggy. 

I am up early once more. It's the jet lag, but also it's being back with Ed. We often come up with interesting stories and exchanges right around 5 in the morning. He then goes back to sleep. I do not.

I wont mention how many hours I spend cleaning up the flower fields today. And no, not even half done. But I will admit to starting in on it early. I thought I'd beat the heat and humidity. And to an extent I did. But the bugs at that hour are ferocious. I was glad to stop by 8.

The bakery opens then and I need a batch of croissants and cookies. Sparrow will be at the farmhouse later on and that boy really loves croissants and cookies.

(morning trip to the bakery)

  

And as long as I am downtown, I stop by briefly to visit with my friend -- the one whose stress level is enormous right now. I take over some peaches because... this is our peach season! If early June brings us strawberries at the CSA farm, late June and July bring us peaches. Not local yet -- these are from Georgia and they are heaven on earth. And we have a lot! Perhaps I over-purchased.. You'd think that until you watched Snowdrop devour peaches. Today she ate four.  

But that happens later. First I have breakfast, with Ed, on the porch. He's barely awake, and it's really getting muggy, and yet it is so good to share this morning moment with him.

And then I go back to work outside.

 

At noon, I pick up the two older ones from their Young Shakespeare Players program. Sparrow has joined the  group as well (the age range is from 7 - 18). Both kids are in lovely moods and we reclaim our farmette routine for the afternoon. 

(the girl asks for his computer; he suggests that she reach for mine; fair point -- it's standing idle)

 

 

I've been saving the cherry tree bounty for them, but Sparrow hangs back. He's not a cherry fan and he is completely engrossed in his Lego set up. So, just Snowdrop and me, plucking the ripe, golden cherries.

Their mom stops by for a bit, she reads, we read. 

And you guessed it, after they're gone, I return to the weeding, until I feel drops on my back and then something far wetter than just a few drops. (Now where did that come from??) 

 

 Evening: I make soup, we stay up. Ed has found a several part show for us. Will I sleep through the big storms that are allegedly coming straight  at us? I doubt it.

with so much love...