Ahhhhhhh! Summer has mellowed out

The view from my bathroom window,  across the treetops. I don't know if you can see Hummer, perched on the Maple tree, just between the power lines.

The view from my bathroom window, across the treetops. I don’t know if you can see Hummer, perched on the Maple tree, just between the power lines.

The other day I noticed Hummer had returned to our yard. Seems he’d been chased out by the heat, just when our flowering trees were kicking in. The pink powder puff tree is his favorite, and I was surprised he wasn’t here, flitting among the blossoms, sparring with butterflies and bees. 

This morning he actually seemed to come down to chatter at me when I went out on the front porch. He’s so excited – the trees seem to be recovering from the heat as well, putting out a new round of flowers.

Weird weather too – so mild, we’ve had our windows open for days.   The Think Tank has been sitting empty, and I’ve actually spent some productive time in my hammock. We even cleaned our shed! 

Yesterday I took the day off, sort of. I  think I’ve sprained my back – or, I have that uncontrollable laughing disease, not sure. These spasms that feel like laughing keep hitting me right behind the ribs, and it’s painful to stand up or raise my arms over my head. The other day, I was listening to Bob Keller on the radio from Sacramento, and he talked about an interview he did with Debbie Harry – you know, Blondie. She said she feels pretty good, “for her age,” but she’s “just rotting.” That’s your body talking, Baby, made me feel good to be in the same boat with Blondie. 

Today I have to go pick peaches. They’re small,

Some of these are about half pit, but still worth the trouble.

Some of these are about half pit, but still worth the trouble.

but after a day or two on the counter, they’re soft and ripe and sweet. The last tree has the best ones, but they’re not quite ready yet, still have a tinge of green. I’ve been stripping the small ones for the freezer, eating the better ones right away. Like my grandma showed me, I put them on the window sill to ripen to perfection, then pinch the skin at the stem and peel it right off. It’s like a game to get the skin off in as few pieces as possible.

And after a day off, I need to pick tomatoes again. When it rains, it pours, and Baby That Rain Must Fall. (worst Steve McQueen movie, ever)  There are different varieties coming ripe now. 

This is a variety of roma tomatoes called "Purple Russian." We'll see how they sauce up.

This is a variety of roma tomatoes called “Purple Russian.” They do get dark, bluish streaks.  We’ll see how they sauce up.

Our freezer is almost empty, except for a few pounds of hamburger from Grandpa and lemon juice from our little trees. Time to fill it up! 

 

 

 

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