I started late this summer - I am writing an a diary about my
late garden here

(http://ncnaturalist.com/index.html)

The squash was planted in the first week of June, and is
already doing better than last year - there was a dearth of
pollinators last year for whatever reason. As you can see,
they are growing very nicely, with a lot of flowers, and I
have seen a lot of pollinators around them - enough so I did
not have to manually pollinate them, which was what I was
considering.

















As I water my garden each morning and night, I saw this
little fellow hopping around - the motion drew my eye to
him (or her), as I would never have seen her other wise.

Nature can sneak up on us; always in this modern society
most of us take for granted that which should be viewed as a
miracle, but so often we get caught up in the day to day life
that we forget the true connection we have with the earth.
Planting a garden ushers in the miracles that surround us
every day - they do not usher them into our lives, for they
occur whether we are aware or not, but they do insinuate
them into our psyche  - into our consciousness.


















Look closer at your yard, at your trees and your plants and
your animals - for they are there, waiting to be discovered.



Look upon the clouds and feel the rain, people, and rejoice
for now in this world, for it can be a joyful and
understanding place sometimes - and understanding nature,
and the natural rhythms of things makes me more aware of
the joy and miracle of the simple fact of living.

Tomorrow is Saturday
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday), oddly enough the
only day which retains the name of the roman deity - and it
is the deity of agriculture.

So think to yourself, it is not to late - plant some lettuce, or
spinach for baby spinach leaves - if you live in the south the
growing season is yet long, but even in the northern climes
there is time enough to plant a plant and enjoy the simple
fact and miracle which has been given to us, amid times that
are in all moments of human history filled with that which
is antithetical to miracles - together we shall walk into the
future which is more or less of our own choosing!
Summer Garden
Summer Garden