Apples are also coming along nicely. Our earliest apple, a Yellow Transparent, gave us 3 apples this year. It's somewhat shaded, between the New Earth shop and their heater, so anything we can get off it is good. Other apples look to be doing well. For whatever reason, they all seem much less bug-ridden than most years. We don't use pesticides here, and it's a rare year that we manage to apply horticultural oil during the small window of opportunity. Though it's doubtful any will be very large, we'll take perfect, little apples any day.
The frogs at the pond serenade us nightly. I've been surprised by how many frogs it actually supports. When we walk the perimeter, there are countless splashes as they jump in. The dragonflies put on a show for us, when we sit for a spell in the evenings.
|nest of a tufted titmouse|
Over the past few months, my Mom's partner, Frank, and I had many hours to talk. One of the stories he told me prompted me to title that last post Wild Blue Yonder. One of my Mom's earliest jobs was at Mitchel Air Force Base Hospital on Long Island. He told me of how she & he would find each other through the house, each singing a line from Wild Blue Yonder, as they went. Love that. And lest you think she got the worst of the face masks with that pig nose, she really had a "thing" for pigs for a while there. Be well friends, and enjoy these summer days.