HomeAfter our taste of autumn (cool, damp) we have our summer back (warm, damp). The gardens loved the rain, and the nightshades love the heat. The brandywine is coming back, setting fruit, high out of range. Two new eggplants are budding out. Even the parsley is making a run. Otherwise, these are not nights fit for quick living.
I took a folding chair out to the raised beds and sat for a bit, watching the wasps. They are subtle, and they have hidden their home well. It looks like any other patch of tumbled mulch out there, and was utterly invisible under the weeds: it is no wonder I missed it. Only four sentries betrayed the entrance, carving out a small airspace. They will move on soon, and with the first hard freeze I can turn the earth and see what they've left behind.
From the study, I can see the moon. It is rusty from the weight of the air. Somewhere out there, a heavy train is rolling, and the air carries the rumble well. The moon moves from stile to stile, and it goes slowly.
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