We had quite a bit of rain earlier in the summer, but now it is dry here and the rain falls in the other gardens. The weeds seem to thrive despite the drought. The flowers still grow, but slowly. Against a blue summer sky, the tops of the poplar trees begin to show their autumn gold. Brown patches sprawl through the green lawn. The soil is dry and sandy and every breeze that moves through the garden, tosses dust into the warm August air. The dust comes in through the window screens and lays about the house as if it has nothing better to do.
Meanwhile, the gardener has plenty of better things to do. There is broccoli to freeze, cucumbers and green beans to pickle, and weeds to pull, among other things. I tend to leave the weeds which please my aesthetic, so you will find ajuga and self-heal thriving between the slates in the trail, wild strawberry winding its way through every available nook and cranny, and the pure white blooms of campion peeking out between the orange-red blanket flowers.
If you have time this week for a Sunday Stroll, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Linda at Vulture Peak Muse
Ruth at Everyday Woman
Nan at Letters from a Hill Farm
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
The Crafty Gardener at The Garden Side
Joyce at Tall Grass Worship
Me, here at The Quiet Country House
Abbie at Farmer's Daughter