to be the middle of August. Gardeners look at the grasshoppers, the
many butterflies, those odd children of the Colorado Beetle, and then take
up three rows of bush beans, so ground can cure a little before fall
So much rain this year better to sprinkle a
little lime if the soil smells even a little bit musty. Some will
then contemplate cabbage, or broccoli, or brussel sprouts. The
elegant consider lettuce, or perhaps spinach, or something with an exotic
name like bok choy. And all this when ninety degrees is forecast for
the next week and it already feels like a hundred and ten.
Almost as though we are engaged in the
rearing of pests. Offering them special treats to fatten the final
days before frost decides.
But through the day there is the scent of
fall. In the mornings, the second brood of Barn Swallows wait on the
electric line for their parents hunting low over heavy dew. King Birds
are managing their flock by chasing each other, rather than others.
Bluebirds have a new enthusiasm. Male Cardinals are hiding, as they
always seem to do toward the end of their nesting season. And in the
evenings there is a squadron of Chimney Swifts that float up from the river
so that we can all feel totally inept.
Think I might irritate the hardware store by
asking for Celtuce seeds.