It feels like fall, but the rain falls like spring, and the
skies look like winter. I have come to only one conclusion, Mother Nature is
confused, because it is summer and the heat should be scorching hot enough to
fry eggs on the blacktop. Not that I am complaining.
I am not the only one confused. My garden goes through growth
spurts like a toddler. Take the watermelon for example. Two weeks ago it grew
like a weed, reaching its vines over the trellis and growing almost a foot a
day. Three little flowers turned to fruit and grew plump and fast into
watermelons as large as softballs. Week two, the clouds rolled in and rain fell
semi-heavy some days and none the next. The temperatures cooled to the mid-80s
and suddenly the watermelons in their hammocks decided it was time to take a
nap. No more growing this week they protested. Even the little okra seedlings
that sprouted in hours have protested by delaying growth. At least the tomatoes
are still generous in their produce.
But this is life as of lately and I wonder if this is the way
New Hampshire feels in the summertime. Cool and rainy and confused. And then I
think, I kind of like it.
Enjoy these photos of life as of lately.
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| Mom liked his tattoo. Can you identify all 4? |
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| AmericanaramA |
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| You are looking at Bob Dylan. |
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Epic Battle.
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| Epic Craft Fail X 2 |
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| Praying Mantis's in the Morning |
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