I woke up to sun at 6 am this July 5th. The first sunny morning all summber. I smiled and the garden smiled. My artic rose is in bloom and so is a peony. In the greenhouse the bitter melons are coming into fruit. I have 3 little ones nodding their little heads. I’ve tagged them so I can readily find them.

It is heating up and I am sweating from trimming the grass and weeds. I am not finished. I’m taking a break as the string trimmer ran out of string. I will have to wind another spool. I am learning to love this tool as it saves me from labourous digging of all those creeping bellflowers. No matter how deep you dig, they keep coming back. Now I am whacking them out at dirt level.

Yesterday, I went to tackle our community garden plot. I was happy to see that my sister was already there and did the weeding and was ready to water it. Two less jobs for me! I staked the two rows of snow peas with bamboo. That was plenty enough work in the heat. Our plot looks pretty good. So does my brother’s right next to ours. We take turns doing the watering.

It is summer time. I haven’t found it easy living like the song suggests. But then I haven’t found easy living in other seasons either. There’s always work, work and more work. But would I have it any other way? I best mosey along before I talk myself into the blues. The battery is charged up and the spool is threaded for more whipping up grass and weeds. I am also charged up.