Another hot day here in Ballarat. I watered the garden last night, one of those deep soaking ones, in preparation for it. The grass has burned off, it’s now only holding on in certain areas, mostly around my son’s play equipment. (Which I have been hand watering to and from the veggie patch when I remember).
The days of summer are here, and the garden is growing as long as we remember to use the rainwater we’ve saved over winter for it. The Baby Cos Lettuce is growing and growing, the Tomatoes are flowering, the cucumbers are getting larger, and the garden keeps on giving.
I love the twilight watering, they give me a chance to appreciate the garden, to plan what other seeds I want my son to plant with me, to do the spot of weeding, and to listen to the quiet that descends over our little part of the world. The summer noises, of older kids still playing, as the heat of the day (if we’re lucky) starts to dissipate. It’s a great time of day.
And it’s these long hot days, that make me appreciate the simpler life, a cool glass of water, with home-grown lemon in it. Of simple salads picked fresh from the garden. Of sitting there with my son while he waters me with the hose to cool off, after a long hot day. (With me suggesting to make sure the water gets on the basil and chives please….) I love this time, of quiet and simple indulgences.