A Sunday No Title

Doesn't it look like Levon is in prison here? 
Well, he's not. He's just at camp. That's him in his bunk. The picture sort of makes my heart hurt because he looks so tiny. He's still our baby! But he and August are going to be great. 

Vergil took that picture when they were on the way. He said "Both boys were a little nervous today but also super excited. They have a lot going for them including familiarity of the campus, a mom-nurse onsite, an alumnus dad, and grandparents who have been involved with the camp for decades. They're basically Rockmont royalty."

But even princes can be worried about big new things like sleep-over camp. 
I remember how hard it was to drop my children off at camp. They all went to a scout camp about twenty miles west of Tallahassee. Hank loved it so much that after his first summer I wasn't worried about him at all. He went back as a counselor after he was too old to be a camper. May went one summer, did not enjoy  it, and that was that. I think Lily liked it okay and so did Jessie. I may be misremembering some of that. I know Jessie went back at least one year. 

My own camp experiences were so-so. It was a lot of organization for me. The best summer camp experience I had was a primitive camping thing on a mountain in North Carolina. We had to try-out to qualify to participate and different Girl Scout councils would send their own groups. The group I was in got the camp site highest up the mountain and for some reason, we had no attending adult. It was awesome! We bathed in the cold stream and cooked our food over the fire pit we'd made. I have no complaints about that experience. Well, except for the fact that my tent mate kept her flashlight on half the night and even worse- called sneakers Tennie Pumps. No. Just no. Just hell no. 

I picked another 3/4's of a gallon or so of beans today and then I almost finished up the weeding. Mr. Moon's out there now, planting some more peas. Not peas like English peas or green peas but peas like beans. Yes, it is confusing. The sort of beans you don't eat the pod or hull of. You have to shell the peas out of the hulls. You know-  like black-eyed peas. They are delicious and offer a terrific excuse to sit and watch TV, while your fingers shell beans. Mr. Moon is also mulching which the garden desperately needs. I like to get all the weeds out I can before the mulch is laid down. Mulch helps with weed control and it is terrific for moisture control as well. Perhaps best of all, as it breaks down it adds valuable composition to the soil. 
Mulch is a beautiful thing. 
I killed three Georgia Thumper nymphs that I found on my eggplant plants. I hate killing things. It does damage to my soul. But dammit- there are so many of those bugs and I don't want to share the eggplant with them. 

Look at these tomatoes.

Now that's two tomato pies just waiting to happen right there. Or one tomato pie and a bunch of tomato sandwiches. 

I never did tell you how the shishito peppers came out. I did them in the air fryer and I loved them but Mr. Moon wasn't as enthusiastic. Oh well. More for me. 

That's Maurice keeping watch over the Cajun Peppers. I do not know what I'm going to do with those. They are hot. Perhaps if the tomatoes really are as abundant as they seem to be, I will make salsa. 

Here's an insect I do not, would not, kill. 

How could you even describe those wings? Language could only detract from the reality of them. In fact, they are so beautiful that I will post another picture of them from a different angle. 

I know there is a logical and scientific explanation of how those wings can propel that body and head through the air but that does not mean it's not still magic. 

And the volunteer zinnias from last year are blooming. 

The ones Glen planted have yet to bloom but I am looking forward to that. As I always say, I believe that zinnias are the happiest flower. 

And if the world needs anything right now, it's a little bit more pure happiness. 

Y'all take care and I will too. 

Love...Ms. Moon