Like watching for the swallows to return to Capistrano, I have
been trying to pin down Summer's local arrival to observable events. I
noticed that the year's first "Rose of Sharon" opened on Summer's
day, this year. I had been hoping for the blooming of the gardenia
to be my sign, but I wouldn't trade the week-too-early fragrance for
any "sign". The fragrance of the gardenia is just too intoxicating to
have to wait on!
Of course, wouldn't we all want to be picking our first real tomato
of the year on Summer's day? Not to be though, this year or ever that
I have a hand in it, I fear. I'm too entrenched in the "Mother's Day"
planting schedule for transplanting tomatoes into the garden. East
coast, shoreline Springs are just too chilly to encourage early growth
without extraordinary efforts (far be it from me to force nature!!).
And then, the past two weeks have been filled with sounds which I hope
won't become a Summer's harbinger, those of timber harvesting on a nearby
property. From early morning until the afternoon, there has been a constant
thrum of diesel engines, cutting, limbing, stacking and loading the once-per-
thirty-year crop. That work was finished before summer, and I eagerly looked
forward to a return to quiet. But, my old nemeses, the cicadas (you maybe
remember my dislike of the noisy insects from earlier summertime entries!),
took the place of the engines' deep with their annoying shrill.
A cicada as the true mark of Summer? Not ever for my summer, "Rose of
Sharon" wins for me!
Updated: 11:39 PM GMT on June 25, 2010
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