More than enough?

 

Some years I'm just overwhelmed by the July garden peak. This is one of them. A combination of perfect growing conditions and pandemic hard work. Soon the Oriental lilies, crocosima and dahlias come along. Then in mid August, both garden and me start to relax as it winds down for another season. Why would you want to be anywhere else right now?

One reason might be this extreme heat wave bearing down. Seattle is usually the best place to escape the heat. In modern history, the city has hit 100 degrees only 4 times.  It looks like we might break that 3 days in a row over the weekend.  These are the days of "unprecedented weather."  At least, everywhere I seem to be.

We've been very busy since I got back. We have a big new project in the works (yes, that is a teaser) but I don't want to jinx anything by talking about it too soon.

Enjoy this gift of another perfect summer day.

More Than Enough

by Marge Piercy

The first lily of June opens its red mouth.

All over the sand road where we walk

multiflora rose climbs trees cascading

white or pink blossoms, simple, intense

the scene drifting like colored mist.

The arrowhead is spreading its creamy

clumps of flower and the blackberries

are blooming in the thickets. Season of

joy for the bee. The green will never

again be so green, so purely and lushly

new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads

into the wind. Rich fresh wine

of June, we stagger into you smeared

with pollen, overcome as the turtle

laying her eggs in roadside sand.