{"id":404,"date":"2007-06-19T07:19:37","date_gmt":"2007-06-19T14:19:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/?p=404"},"modified":"2007-06-19T07:19:37","modified_gmt":"2007-06-19T14:19:37","slug":"summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.stephs.com\/?p=404","title":{"rendered":"Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wow, what a hiatus. I’ve taken another mental health month, this time following a hectic family visit, and I am beginning to feel much better now, thank you. Your sympathetic messages have been a sustaining force and the only reason, I have to admit, that I’m sitting here at the computer now. It’s one in the morning, I’ve been cutting fabric and thinking about the friends I’d like to keep, the ones like you whom I’ve met through this blog, who remind me that it’s okay. Just keep writing. Keep taking photos. Don’t say you’re forgetful. Move forward.
\nThank you.<\/p>\n

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So here we are. I’m sure you wanted more details, but here we ARE:
\nand watch out!
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Summer is here, so very here. Each afternoon the hot winds off the valley blow through the garden on the way to Santa Cruz or wherever they go. Judging by the weary droop of the Lady\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Mantle, the Huecheras, the zucchini\u00e2\u20ac\u201dI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d say an inch or two more compost would buffer tender roots from heatstroke. But the deer lop it all off and solve the problem instantly. Genius! Here’s Chas, clearly offended by the marauding:<\/p>\n

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The deer. The wait until the tomatoes have sprung three tall feet and sprouted yellow flowers along the vine like christmas lights. Then they mow down the vines and pluck the hard green tomatoes, dropping them to the ground to rot at the bitemarks:<\/p>\n

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But the evening, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so summery. In the city, I have to wear fleece to dinner. In my backyard, however, I wear a tank top and feel nothing as the evening blues. The quail, scampering down along the fenceline, shepherd a new clutch of chicks. There must be twenty! I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t see details without my glasses, but my eyes register fleeting puffs of down, left, right, then left, and the parents zig left then right, alerting the other of the dog by my side. Seti, mouthwatering, tenses and tracks their path.<\/p>\n

When I water the zuchinni, it sounds like the heavy rain that I haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t heard in months. A few weeks ago, the water pattered the mulch and the seedlings bowed under strain. Today, tall and turgid, the large uneaten leaves bat back at the downpour, an audible splattering, a hollow summer sound that I miss from Texas (and everywhere else I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve lived in summers past, for that matter). I miss the moody days, shrouded in gray clouds, rain that evaporated off hot concrete, lightening that awoke a summer midnight. Puddles. Rainbows. Clouds.<\/p>\n

Oh, screw it. Sunny days and starry nights rock!<\/p>\n

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