Now is the time the tide of summer begins to recede in New England. This is a strange thing, for you cannot say that one day is different than the next. The garden is bright with vegetables. Nicotiana makes the air smell sweet and zinnias paint the border with color. But we do not have to mow the lawn so often. Days are hot, nights are not, as the Farmer's Almanac says. There is a slanting sunlight and twilight comes sooner.
~ Gladys Taber from The Stillmeadow Road
It is raining. Cool. Green. And I am making myself a proper crockpot supper for the first time in weeks. When you read this, it will be sunny with the promise of mid 80s temps.
That is about all the news from here for today, but the last week of July, my sister and I spent a couple of days with Laurel at her home up country.
See if you can tell the story for yourselves because I am often at a loss for words or fingers.