Nature can outrun me in the summer. I could spend all my time doing nothing but mowing grass and weeding, and the weeds and grass would still grow faster than I can cut them down. Nature laughs at my pitiful attempts to tame her. I’m OK with that. I take comfort in my little victories.
We’ve had multiple days lately in the 90s with high humidity. In other words, it’s been steaming hot.
We will go for a long time with no rain, until everything is dusty and brown. Then it will rain torrentially and wash away the seeds and topsoil. When I replant, Nature chuckles and bakes the soil into bricks.
The winter squash didn’t come up in those conditions. So I replanted it and now it’s emerging. It seems we’ll have winter squash after all.
After planting the sweet potatoes I irrigated them well to make sure they would establish. That produced a blanket of grass in the garden, threatening to overwhelm the sweet potatoes. But after a morning with my hoe it looks fine now. The sweet potatoes seem grateful and I expect we’ll have lots of them.
And while all this was going on, a little chick has learned to ride on her mother’s back.