Through the Year
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.
"If a man be wearied...there is not better place in the world to recreate himself than in a Garden...Neither doe the Herbes onely feed the Eyes, but comfort the wearied Braine with fragrant smells, which yield a certaine kind of nourishment"
It seems as though the summer is going to continue to challenge us. Here in Massachusetts, we have had more rain than sun. This is great for some plants, but devastating for others.My tomatoes are just starting to ripen, but are splitting open as they are so full of water. The basil is just sitting there - it hasn't grown much more than an inch or so since being set out the beginning of June. Most of the herbs, though are doing great - though many plants are blooming earlier than usual.
June has certainly been a trying month - with weather that has been less than ideal. At least we haven't had to water much! This period of rain has got the grass and weeds going great, and little time available to either mow the lawn or pull weeds. Hopefully, we will begin to see some more sun soon. Take heart, we could be in the year 1816, which was claimed as "The Summer That Never Was". There was snow in June, a frost in July, and another killing frost in August.
The greenhouses are bursting their seams! My plants are growing at an astonishing
pace - many of the tomatoes have blossoms. With the heat, it has been a
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.