Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My Mom & Dad's grapes
Hot, hot, summer days
It is hot here in the foothills of Northern California. Today it reached 98.2 degrees by 3:30 p.m.; many days it's a great deal warmer. I worry about my garden, my yard, my vegetable and strawberry patch, and my fruit trees. It wakes me up on hot sultry nights, wondering if they need water. Each morning I open the house up and walk outside to inspect the plants -- yes, indeed, they are thirsty. I'm a slave to my roses, flowers, shrubs, and trees. So, I pull out the hose, turn on the nice cool water and appreciate how beautiful the droplets of water look on the Agapanthus, hydrangea, dahlias, canna, and roses. I bask in their appreciation for my tender care and thank the Good Lord that I have such a lovely life.
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