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My first customers, the energetic, colourful petunia乌鸦传媒檚 release a small orb spider and it drops away on a thread. I look to see where it乌鸦传媒檚 landed so it won乌鸦传媒檛 fall victim to my steps.
I check some tomatoes that have volunteered among a fine bin of red beets. We乌鸦传媒檝e already had a jewel-like beet salad. Sadly one tomato plant is suffering from curled leaves. I make a mental note to come back with a soapy spray.
Just around the corner it乌鸦传媒檚 the cucumbers. They乌鸦传媒檙e finally, enthusiastically pushing upward on a bamboo lattice I installed last year. I push aside some large green leaves to see what乌鸦传媒檚 happening. Tiny cucumbers are evolving from the promising yellow flowers! Ah, there乌鸦传媒檚 one that乌鸦传媒檚 almost ready for a cucumber sandwich.
Nearby, two large round potato bins have already been harvested. Declared a better harvest than last year, some of this crop has become a delicious crisp potato salad, with more for another day.
After almost two weeks of high temperatures, well into the top 30乌鸦传媒檚, I see dark clouds on the south horizon. The air is thick with moisture and rain. I stop to savour the rare smell.
In a moment of inattention, the sprayer drenches my feet乌鸦传媒efreshing as the coming rain.
Somewhere there乌鸦传媒檚 a pot of zinnias I planted from last years seeds. I乌鸦传媒檇 expected large extravagant cupped flowers in a rainbow of colours. Instead I see smaller heads in yellow and white. No matter, the bees still love them and so do I.
Speaking of bees, it乌鸦传媒檚 been slow for insect pollinators. The large bumbles I乌鸦传媒檝e grown fond of have only appeared a few days ago. But I乌鸦传媒檝e noticed lots of smaller bees, hover flies and cabbage white butterfly乌鸦传媒檚 tumbling about in the cat mint and Russian sage.
A couple of sparrows fly toward me then swerve off to land on a tall garden stake just a few feet away. They乌鸦传媒檙e on the support for a large greenish windmill. It乌鸦传媒檚 there to halt bird strikes on the reflective windows behind. I乌鸦传媒檓 pleased the windmill is working!
Next up, a large pot of sunflowers who are facing toward the cloud shrouded sun. Then there乌鸦传媒檚 one of my favourite large bins with a collection of volunteers I乌鸦传媒檝e rescued from other flower pots and the compost bin.
I never know what a few brave leaves will turn into. This year there乌鸦传媒檚 an extraordinary tomato plant with unusually large flowers, a yellow violet who doesn乌鸦传媒檛 like being overtop, some snapdragons and two mystery melons flowing out and over the edges of the bin into the grass below.
The sky has darkened. I hear distant rumbles. Everything is watered and will surely welcome additional sprinkles. I feel ready to meet the day.
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