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.





4 comments:

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.