Color of deep, deep Summer
Day dreams of autumn.
18 August 2017
Early too early the
summer heat melts us
like ice cream cones
held too long
in the hands of babes
sticky hot mess
our dogs loll about
searching for a cool space to stake out
on the tile beneath an air-conditioner vent
coffee over ice for humans, we
draw closed the drapes
against the humid swelter
and wait for autumn.
I received my first stock
from the woman my father married,
a few years after our Mother died. They were
both eighty and set in their ways-she was
a hard-headed woman of German descent.
She snapped off a piece of hers
jammed it in a discarded pot of dirt
and said, “here you go.Just don’t leave it
outside in the cold or you’ll kill it-like your dad
almost did mine.” I cringed.
That was about as nice to me as she ever was.
Sad to remember her when I see my lovely
I woke up early for a Saturday but
not as early
as I, as a rule, do.
The weather today:
typical Texas late June,
90’s with high humidity.
This litany of weather will remain
more or less unchanged
except the final degree of heat,
as it ascends to the
century mark and beyond…
I slipped out in the early hours, to the garden
to gather anything I found
a double handful of green bush beans,
Serrano and jalapeno peppers, abound-
almost thirty orange cherry tomatoes
glow like amber jewels to be plucked,
six full size tomatoes
that will join the
plentiful harvest on
three wooden shelves
in the sunny, western facing
Below that window rests
two buckets bearing more…
I make salsa
or spaghetti sauce.
The crop was good this Spring.