There's something going on out there, in that place called summertime.
The season is twisting and turning.
It is still hot, and will be until Halloween, and the summer has been ever so long and heavy, and oh so hot. I gave myself to the garden this summer, as you well know.
It has not been easy. I won't lie.
It has been a full time job.
But a job I would do gladly, again and again.
As this shift in the season approaches, I begin to gather baskets of goodies.
In my garden it is harvest time for lots of edibles.
I feel a deep respect for farmers, for growing food. It is so easy to access food with grocery stores and such, that I had forgotten all that goes into growing what you eat.
And, can I just say...
Pumpkins really taste like pumpkins.
Cucumbers really taste like cucumbers.
Tomatoes really taste like tomatoes.
(not to steal from Willi Wonka there)
But seriously, the flavors of my oh so organic edibles, are intense.
If you buy organic, or grow your own, you know what I mean.
And so, now I collect.
(Btw, all the beans you see around, are from the mesquite trees. I have raked up 5 wheelbarrows full already, and they still keep dropping off the trees. We are used to it.)
You know how when you were a kid, and you were going to Disneyland (approaching the entrance to the parking lot), and you got so excited that you bounced on the seats of the car so hard that you would bonk your head on the car ceiling? Whilst clapping, and make all sorts of happy bursting kid sounds?
At least, that is what I did.
Well, this morning, with orange globes a plenty, I felt like that. Giddy giddy giddy goodness.
And, then I was sad. Sad because I realized that, if I got that excited about something in public (as an adult), I might be committed.
So, the first true collection of the babies for this pumpkin harvest season are trickling in. I have gifted some, and eaten some, and still have some, plus waiting for some...
I have inspected each one...
Lovingly and with care.
With butterflies in my stomach, for the autumn they remind me of, that is yet to come...
A few white ghosties are showing their faces...
In a sort of déjà vu from last year, I am in love once again.
There are still a handful of pumpkin patches in my garden. More babies growing. Why do pumpkins make me so happy? I can't figure it out?
Growing by the gypsy wagon...
Crawling up the trees...
Surprises in the flower garden...
A gift below, for my neighbor who grew her own pumpkin vines from some of my seeds. She got 5 babies of her own, but needed one more. You see, she is making pumpkin ice-cream, and she said I would get a taste. Hooray!
The pumpkin patch in the front garden is flowering now, with babes to come within the next few weeks...
I can't wait to see what surprises it has in store...
I am sort of feeling funny.
I have had a very very very very very long summer.
And yet, the rapid change in my garden, shows me that it really is August.
Must soak it in, like, now.
Come dance in our jungle at twilight...
We'll be waiting for you....