Monsoons and the Dead of Night...
8/21/2019
This time of year, the garden is starting to die back, still baking in the heat of the sun, but occasionally quenched by the glorious monsoons. This afternoon, the skies opened up and rained down on us. The heat dissipated, and you could almost hear the sigh of relief from the plants.
Harvest is in full swing. We've been enjoying the fruits of our labor lately. The occasional blackberries still ripening, apples falling from the tree, and Asian pears swelling, pulling the branches down low. We had our first taste of the green gauge plums earlier this month, and the peaches are gone now, too. Still to come are the almonds, pomegranates, and the lone persimmon (I suppose the heavier crop last year made for much less this time around). The skies turn cloudy with the evening rains, and it is a welcome sight. I love the moody, muted colors of the layers of clouds rippling across our vast expanse of the heavens. It is a magical time in the desert. A time for soul searching and forgiveness, of gentleness and wisdom to be had. So many treasures await, if we only take the time to look for them. Today, I realized that my avocado tree had come back this year. I suppose I will have to build it some type of shelter for this winter.
Sometimes I lie awake in the dead of night and nightdream about what dead or dying insects I will find in the morning. Of course, I love the live ones, but the dying ones give me insight into the fleeting nature of existence. A brief flash in the infinite darkness.
Harvest is in full swing. We've been enjoying the fruits of our labor lately. The occasional blackberries still ripening, apples falling from the tree, and Asian pears swelling, pulling the branches down low. We had our first taste of the green gauge plums earlier this month, and the peaches are gone now, too. Still to come are the almonds, pomegranates, and the lone persimmon (I suppose the heavier crop last year made for much less this time around). The skies turn cloudy with the evening rains, and it is a welcome sight. I love the moody, muted colors of the layers of clouds rippling across our vast expanse of the heavens. It is a magical time in the desert. A time for soul searching and forgiveness, of gentleness and wisdom to be had. So many treasures await, if we only take the time to look for them. Today, I realized that my avocado tree had come back this year. I suppose I will have to build it some type of shelter for this winter.
Sometimes I lie awake in the dead of night and nightdream about what dead or dying insects I will find in the morning. Of course, I love the live ones, but the dying ones give me insight into the fleeting nature of existence. A brief flash in the infinite darkness.
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