Peonies. Yesterday. It's supposed to rain today. If it's a gently rain all will be okay. If it's a heavy rain then the peonies will be trashed. It tales so long for them to get tall, for the buds to fill out and then open. And then rain shatters it all. Seems like within minutes of the flowers opening each summer. It's very quiet and still outside. Mosquitoes. Rain is coming. It's been a very wet June.
I read a book yesterday. I watched the USA vs. France soccer game. Invisible Fence came to fix the fence wire that G chewed up with the riding mower. That was it. June is coming to an end. July and the tourist season begins. August will be the worst with cars everywhere. Music Theater's next production is Treasure Island. Can't imagine that book being a musical.
I harvested and chopped rhubarb stalks for a pie. I'll start in on that project as soon as I hit publish here. It's a store bought crust. And the filling is called rhubarb custard. Old fashioned pie. Tart. Refreshing in the summer. And easy enough to get into the oven on a cool day.
Not many infant plums on the Queen of Plums again this year. Makes me sad. They were abundant and delicious that one year. Still lots of infant blueberries on the bushes. So I have that to look forward to. My flags are flying. To warn off the birds. I want to make that delicious blueberry cake-at least twice. And eat the rest with yogurt.
ALERT- the SUN has arrived. Sunshine filling the back and front lawns.
2 comments:
I hope for only a gentle rain. For the peonies. I have eaten, fresh from the bush without washing, all the blueberries on my one small bush.
Ah, that pie! Nostalgia. My grandmother used to make it. That, and a ground cherry pie. Lard for the crust.
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