Here's the theory for July: It's cold
or at least cool, it could be misty in the morning and even drizzly
rain, the fireplace is ticking over with hot coals or a fresh piece
of wood flaring, a bit of a wind gusting outside and the sky is grey.
Time to spreadeagle on the lounge with a one of the many books
backlogged in the pile and relax.
Now here is the reality: The sun is
shining, the wind has gone for the moment, the grapes need pruning
and weeding, tomato varieties need selection and potting under heat
to be ready for a September planting, there is a pile of other fresh
pruning's that need a run through the mulcher and there will be a need
for lots of compost in spring so make use of all the green material
you have.
July can really be one of the busiest
months of the year. At least in August it will only be the last week
when the Tomato bed needs building that life will become a little
hectic. Then of course with September becomes the planting out of the
warm month vegetables. Always too many for two but there are always many
happy recipients elsewhere in the village. There is the anticipation
of the first fresh tomato and first young cucumber. Yes it is
possible to use a hothouse and grow the most delicious produce all year round
but then the mouth watering wait and abstinence is missing and life
lacks those peaks and troughs that provide contrast and highs of long awaited pleasure.
As the weather warms up and if the
rains come the following 6 months become a blur of weeding, watering,
planting and harvesting until the blessed cool arrives with a sigh of
relief tools go down and relation comes in the form of wine and
cheese in the mildly warm garden.
The steady rhythm of seasonal demands
and rewards. With each bringing the expectation and desire of the
next stage. Maybe some find this repetitiveness boring. But there is
a pleasure which can't be felt from any other form of activity.
Contact with the soil, plants and animals seems to be a desire that
comes from deep inside.
For some it's the travel, the sport,
the toys for us it's being at home on our own plot, digging and
weeding, having successes and having failures, plopping down in the
evening with fresh home made produce and resting for tomorrow.
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