I have not had much joi de vivre today. No. Severely lacking in the ol' joi de vivre even with those beautiful zinnias which are pretty much the very definition of joi de vivre.
The garden is looking sparse. All of the big tomatoes are about done, the cherry tomatoes getting smaller and smaller but we are still picking and eating and enjoying them. My first row of cucumbers is definitely done and the second row? Well, it's growing and blooming. Will I get any cucumbers? We shall see. The okra is finally putting out flowers and tiny baby okras. They look like the Jolly Green Giant's newborn baby boys' penises. So tender and hopeful and green. The watermelon and cantaloupes are blooming and spreading like crazy but I haven't seen any fruit yet and I don't have much hope for them. I planted way too late. I am still getting crowder peas and black-eyed peas and the purple hull peas are just starting to really come on. I spent a good two hours this afternoon shelling some. I tell you what- when you go to the farmer's market and they want seven bucks for a smallish-sized ziplock bag of those things, don't complain.
Those are crowders, black-eyes, a few purple hulls, some of the over-ripe beans of the yard-long pods and a few of the yard-long snaps.
Elvira and Lisa Marie are getting their tail feathers. Here's a sort of blurry shot of Elvira.
She's growing up. She's starting to show just the slightest bit of rust-color like her mama, like her sister. Mutt chickens. I love them. I feel certain that Lisa Marie will lay brown eggs but I am not sure what color Elvira's will be. Time will tell.
I worked a little bit in the yard today but honestly, it's just too hot. I keep seeing things I need to attend to but haven't the energy. I noticed yesterday that the bleeding heart vine I'd thought died last winter is thriving and growing. Unfortunately, I planted my Mother's Day azalea right on top of it and it, too, is thriving. What to do? What to do?
I thought I'd given it plenty of time to make its reappearance if it was still alive, but obviously not.
I think I'll get my husband to shake up a martini and see if that brings any joi. I doubt we'll sit on the porch. Too many damn bugs and...the heat. Or maybe we will. Thunder's rolling off in the distance and it's always a joi to watch a storm come in although the radar doesn't really look like that's going to happen.
One never knows though.
Talk to you tomorrow. I think we need to go swimming in a cold, cold river.
It sure would feel fine to shiver.