And so it goes . . .

I tucked bean seeds in the ground where we harvested the garlic a few days ago. There’s still plenty of growing season ahead for a second crop. Meanwhile, I’m picking yellow, green, and purple beans from the first sowing. I tried something different by planting a mixture all together. I won’t do this again because they’re coming ready at different paces which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I’m finding the harvest more scattered. I returned to my trusty Blue Lake bush beans for the second sowing.

What with the extreme heat and heavy smoke, I don’t have my usual gardening mojo and I’m already thinking ahead to what I might do differently next year. Some days, it seems like a chore to drive down the hill to the community garden. Gerry’s going to enlarge my backyard pottager garden so I can do more up here, though I’ll still keep my community garden plot for things that are too tempting for the deer up here.

Yesterday, my writing group met on Zoom. How I love the opportunity to gather with women to share our stories. Our prompt was “unexpected” this month. One could write about unexpected things again and again and come up with a different story every time. The stories were rich and evocative.

Today, we’re looking forward to spending a family day with Gerry’s siblings and spouses. It’s been a long time and it will be good to gather. The sky, right now, is clear and blue. I hope it holds.

And so, time passes. I’m heading over to my private journal to tap out some thoughts on this strange, transitory time. Have a blessed Sunday.