The Hub has been the great forager / waterer / weeder and general wrangler of the garden. We’ve established sort of a hand-off. I start seeds, pruchase plants, plant, water, thin, weed and then he takes over mid-summer, with watering, weeding and the wrangling. I like the dirt, the first tiny weeds easy to wipe away with a scuffle hoe and the planning process, but I hate the sticky grasses that jump up over night in the heat of the summer, the mosquitoes and trying to wrangle a tomato or pumpkin vine resembles something like putting pajamas on an octopus – I get overwhelmed and flee. I think we make a pretty good team.
So, today The Hub announces the first spotting of a Charentais melon. It was the slowest grower of my vining crops but I’m excited to see if it will come to fruition. Since I was out in the garden already, I did my weekly assessment – walking around, seeing what’s growing, what’s not, etc. And as I was checking out a silly pumpkin, growing off a trellis I’d hoped the beans would use (they didn’t and preferred to entangle themselves into the pumpkin vines and my catalpa) I stumbled upon this fellow
There is something so other-worldly about dragon flies, even more so than other goofy insects. The lace-like wings, helmet-shaped eyes, reed-sectioned tail and dainty legs – straight out of a sci-fi novel. This guy was especially formidable with his wingspan wider than my spread-out hand. We called the children over and they got a look. It’s a wonder what I can find in even my little urban jungle.