Wednesday, July 28, 2021

On Hot Summer Nights

The okra grows. Meadows glitter in blooms. You can click on a picture for the slide show anytime. Pictures are better that way.

The readership of this blog is dwindling to a trickle. I don't write as many words anymore. That may be a factor. Is it time to move on? I tell myself I am leaving a digital archive of the 'aina as it was for people of the future. When owl chats you up on warm summer evenings.

I saw coyote this week.

There are rustlings in forests and meadows head high.

Uncle Ernie greets people passing through.

Along the scenic byway

A hidden cache of fine produce that has begun producing banana pepper, yellow squash and a much coveted cucumber.

Wild flowers wave in abundance

On hot summer nights

Joe Pye begins.

It has come to the point where I need to consider editing out some Joe Pye. We shall see. Not now.

Now I sit back and let it happen. On hot summer nights.


Unknown said...

Please don't stop writing your blog. Those of us in the trickle will really, really miss you if you do.

JudyB said...

I've been enjoying your blog for a number of years now. When we were living in Missouri, it was like getting a letter from home. Now we have retired and are back living in my beloved Appalachians, it's a great source of inspiration. (And I did so enjoy visiting your open garden a few years ago.)

I have a blog but I've never been able to post with any consistency--I greatly admire those that can. If you feel you need to cut back, what about posting less frequently? How about once a week? I'd definitely miss you if you went away altogether. And how would we hear about that nursery you're starting? :)

Christopher C. NC said...

The nursey I am starting. Oh yes that. I have been pondering the layout of the necessary parts for such an operation.

Christopher C. NC said...

And Thank you for visiting JudyB.