The skies this morning changed from blue
and back again in the two hours that I waited for the flea market to open.
The first few costumers were talking about a double rainbow
they saw over the lake on their way in.
I set out some baskets of produce
and chatted with my friend and flea market partner
all through the morning and early afternoon.
When I got back home,
I had to hurry into the garden to tend to chores.
Quick garden tour:
Invasion on the wild milkweed
that I left in place for the monarchs.
Uh oh again! I picked a wheel barrow full of tomatoes,
but we are not the only ones on the farm who enjoy them!
The golden rod is a comfort in these busy days.
It's rich hues hint of summer's end and autumn's approach.
The whirlwind of harvest and preservation will ease
and before we know it,
we will be tucking the garden in for the winter.
I will enjoy the skies,
and the blooms,
and the events
of late summer days.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.