July showed up wet and topical here in our part of the Ohio River Valley. Brief but angry thunderstorms. Long, gentle rains. Soakers and Sprinkles. Gully Washers and Frog Stranglers.
But the garden loves it. The tomato plants are taller than me. The cucumber vines are clambering up their supports like circus monkeys.
The weeds are thrilled, too. A perfectly weeded bed seems to snap back to primordial forest in 24 hours. When I accuse my kids of growing like weeds, this is what I’m talking about.
Now where is that garden hoe? It’s been at least 30 minutes since my last weeding.
How’s summer faring in your neck of the woods?