It is officially summer. So far, I don’t hate it. Enough rainfall, enough warmth to suit me, coupled with nice cool nights.
And the garden insects have not become pestiferous. Yet. The voles seemingly have enjoyed the gummy bears I’ve grudgingly allowed them to have in their little holes, the slugs know to stay away because an impossibly tall building will come through the garden early morning, late evening with a pointy stick and intere their molluskan carcasses into the soil. Life is cruel.
Or life is good. Or at least good-ish.
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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.
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Life IS good, we’re on the top of the sod. 😉
You just added a new word to my vocabulary…..pestiferous. I love it!