The garden is the summer obsession. I don't mind having my therapy session down with the weeds and vegetables. So far there have only been a few veges to eat but I am hoping the squash and watermelons give us something more and.....the tomatoes. Mulch and newspaper, mulch and newspaper. Not in that order......newspaper and mulch. Actually I use straw on top of the newspaper. Squash murder by my hand has happened more than I would like lately. I must remember to not weed too much right around the stems as they are certain to croak. Their roots must be ridiculously sensitive.
Keeping up with the watering is also a trick. The most fun is to weed and not care if the sprinkler soaks you. The water washes the sweat off my face. I think the sweat is also helping my hair to take on a new texture or something as I don't have the regular urge to go and get it cut.
If I go out early enough in the morning, I can also acclimate myself to the heat as it heats up. My little buddy Stefan, the five year old, is my partner in mulching and weed pulling. I love being asked if it is okay to go get some more straw to spread. Volunteers are awesome and not always frequent. Cecilia joined us in the evening and we worked till it was time to read bed time stories, pray and tuck them in. I of course am addicted to weeding as I said, so I went back out to attack. I have a plan to conquer the vine section in the morning and I do think it will work. Well.....at least one of the vine sections.
It is all really good therapy. I don't think too much but yet can also enjoy listening to either birds chirping or my kids jabbering away at me. Sometimes there is silence. I love that too. The house is not getting as dirty because we are out in the dirt and not making messes inside. Perhaps I am simply avoiding the inside as it reminds me that school is on its way in less than two months. Why does that make me feel like the summer is almost over. I should work on planning......some. Or....do it next week. :o)
Should sleep. Enjoying the now quiet air conditioned house. Calming my inner weeder.