The end of July and it’s a cool summer. This morning the temperature is 54 F. Clouds will burn off in a couple of hours, then the afternoon will warm up to about 70. Flowers like this kind of summer. I love flowers. Jerry says I over do the flowers.
Above is our front door.
And here’s where we sip wine in the late afternoon if it’s comfortable to sit in the sun.
If we want shade we use the back deck.
Some vegetables grow well in cool weather. I have more lettuce than I can use, but not much luck with arugula. It bolts immediately. Yellow zucchini are do doing nicely. We should have some for dinner tonight. I haven’t figured out a good way to cook the zucchini flowers, which I know are supposed to be a delicacy. I have harvested one artichoke.
I’m growing my veggies in half whisky barrels.
Jerry has built me the cutest little greenhouse. Tomatoes hate cool weather, and the ones in the barrels grow bigger and bigger with no tomatoes. So I splurged and spent $15 on a big plant to put in the new greenhouse. It has lots of green tomatoes on it.
I can’t go off on trips and leave all these flowers and veggies.
Besides, I live in vacation land. I paint on the beach. Part ownership of a beach and some tidelands came with this house. The other owners of the beach don’t live on the island — in fact I don’t know who or where they are. I don’t use the beach much except for occasionally digging clams there. This summer we have bad red tide, so the clams are not eatable.
Our beach is across the road from the property of an elderly couple, the Grangers, old time residents. The street I live on is named after them. Most people assume that beach belongs to them, so if anyone wants to moor a boat there they ask the Grangers, who obligingly say sure.
That suited me fine until recently. While painting on the beach I observed that there was constant traffic on it. There are six or seven row boats, canoes or kayaks stored on it, lots of people walking there and a whole flotilla of boats moored off it. A transient was sleeping there for a while, and kids drink beer and smoke pot there. I asked my lawyer daughter if I had liability for any of this and she said if there was an accident I could. She advised me to post it with no trespassing signs.
I am sad to do this. I believe that all beaches should be public property. But since this is not the case, I suppose I shall have to put up those unpleasant signs.
Here’s the beach, looking north.
Here’s the painting I did on the beach. It looks south and is a view of the adjoining lot.