In our parts the cicadas have just started their long trilling songs this past week. For me, that has always meant the end of July. And the very beginning of the end of summer. Even so, now is when summer feels at its most full. The garden is really starting to bust. I spend pretty much each day in the same summer dress. Mornings are spent outside, we take respite from the heat in the afternoons, and then run outside once more after dinner. Little friends come over to play in the backyard and grownup friends come over for an impromptu picnic potluck. It's no wonder this is one of my most favorite times of year.
find cucumber on vine. pick. eat.
