Well, neat. Some early morning weeding in the vegie garden and around the shop where threatening vines and waist-high crabgrass discourage entrance. Picked yellow squash and cucumbers of course, a tomato and some bell peppers with pointed ends unpunked-in the way they are supposed to be. The beans I think, are a lost cause. They’re in the ground too long, hung up by bad timing with the weather, never fully maturing before they shriveled up and died.
The man and I shot some arrows around the backyard. He had to find me a lighter weight bow since I haven’t shot in quite a while. A recurve, at 40 pounds (pull) worked fine, and drawn back fully at my length it shot as good as ever a heavier longbow in my heyday. Strutted proudly with the knowledge that some skills don’t go away, carrying a leaf I nailed right in the heart.
And down in back, beyond the peach trees bending with the double burden of their fruit and grape clusters intertwined among the branches, we spot the pear tree and oh, a couple…wait, look–there’s loads! I pick a half dozen of the largest that the deer can reach and so can I.
A good day, celebrating, praising nature, life and bounty in the Holy Church of the Backyard.
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It must have been in the air. I picked as many plums as I could reach today. We didn’t know we had a plum tree when we moved in a year ago!
Oh, plums are wonderful! Get a picker (basket on a pole) to reach the rest.