I spent some time in my miniature garden this morning. Adding more dirt around the bases of some of my vegetable plants, as last night's rain storm washed a little away. I am sure I have not planted these correctly. My tomato plants have several little green tomatoes on it. Around 15 I believe. I inhaled the aromas of fresh vegetable foliage, eyes closed. The smell of vine tomatoes always brings memories of my grandfather. He was a man who had the greenest thumb I know. He had a garden that was half an acre. Beautiful memories from my childhood came from garden time. I can envision him working with his hand trowel and wheel barrow. Harvesting time was the best time. I miss him.
It's getting humid out there. As I stood on my front porch and looked up into my large maple tree, I felt relaxed. The cool green color of the beautiful leaves with the chocolate brown background of the wood makes for a serene visual. This same beautiful tree will be my biggest headache come fall. When those green leaves turn a burning gold, orange and red, it will be sure to capture the eyes of all residents and passersby. They will "ooh" and "aah" at the beauty of it. I will look at the tree the same way until I see the first leaf fall. Then I will be cussing under my breath about all of the leaves I will have to rake up. Beauty and the Beast.