It’s a day to be, for slowly wandering, absorbing heat, simmering in the luxury of doing almost nothing in the garden, because it’s just too hot.
It’s a day to just be immersed in the garden.
For hummingbird sightings at kitchen windows, and lazy cats sleeping in the shade.
For skirt swishing softly against bare legs, toes wiggling in sparkling dew kissed grass. It’s a day for the cat to rub up against a hip settled into the step of the porch, iced herbal tea sweating through a glass. For unending home-made popsicles lined up in the freezer like planes on the runway, cooling salads, BBQ’s, and chocolate mint ice cream churning.
It’s another hot scorcher of a day, add this one to the list of record hot days we’ve already gone through. Definitely not a day for doing labour intensive work in the garden like transplanting, or moving soil. No raking, pruning, sheering, tidying, designing.
My heart goes out to the nesting mama bird sitting on her eggs in the raspberry bird house in the full sun.
Today the butterflies dive, and soar, flights so erratic camera’s can’t keep up.
A day for glasses to slip down noses, as perspiration dots the forehead, adding that healthy glow, a sheen.
For plants to wilt in the unaccustomed heat despite deep watering, drooping like exhausted sales clerks at dawn to dusk sales.
It’s a day to swat lazily at bugs, warm nights, and mosquito bites, bees buzzing around flowers. The humming in the leaning pine tree from the unknown “maybe they are cicada’s” kind of bug almost as loud as the lawn mowers patrolling blades of grass.
A day for the birds to quiet, roosting in the branches, and the crows to declare everything they see empty as their territory.
It’s a day to reap the rewards after cold spring days, chilled soil, bent knees, soggy seeds, and sore backs. To glide over the lawn, as the cat crosses in long leaps of energy that subsides as soon as he comes to rest.
To mindfully document each bud, and bloom, to record deep in this gardener’s heart the very feeling that relaxation is a reward in its own way.
It’s a day to count each blossom and feel blessed. To live in measurable moments, and put aside memories for when winter comes from a far away time like jewelled fruit in a canning jar.
And have you met these bloggers yet? Today we have: Deb from Deb’s Garden, who is a dream gardener, with one of the most stunning gardens in blogland, and Diane from Lavender Dreams, who is the happiest blogger I know of, maybe because she always finds the cutest items in her local thrift shops.
Jen @ The Light Laughed