pear flowersThe corn is about two inches high now. The squash and tomatoes are right behind. The watermelon is in too late, but I could still have a chance. It doesn’t matter, though. If ill timing doesn’t thwart my watermelon production, it will be disease, pestilence, or a fluke invasion of frogs. I keep reading people write that “fall is in the air,” but it’s hard to believe that while it’s still in the 90’s here. It’s all right though; I’ll think of this when we’re swimming and ya’ll are shoveling snow.

There are blossoms on my pear tree, but I’m not going to say any more about it. Cilantro is on the experiment list this year. I hope to dish it up with four varieties of tomatoes: Beefsteak, Better Boy, Cherry, and Roma.

There is only one blueberry bush left, and it’s hanging by a thread. Conversely, the muscadine grapevine is going crazy. As it happens, I like blueberries better than seeded grapes. Nobody eats grapes with seeds anymore.

The forecast here is warm and breezy, and it seems the mood around here is likewise.