Ting. Ting. Droplets fall on my hand shovel and make the loveliest sound. The rain starts by tiptoeing and then breaks into exuberant dance.
The garden is magnificent in the rain. The banana trees have grown so tall that their leaves form a majestic umbrella. Perched beneath is the perfect spot to watch the earth quench its thirst. The smell of pine permeates the air except for intermittent whiffs of lemon jojoba conditioner in my damp hair.
The cool weather has had a remarkable affect on the lettuces and swiss chard. They are happily sprouting. Most of the tomatoes, however, have had a long, prosperous season and sadly are waning. I did manage to pick a basketful of tiny golden tomatoes that look like jewels. Small pear-shaped black plum tomatoes are just ripening so tomato heaven will last a bit longer.
I trimmed the red veined sorrel so that the tender new leaves won’t have to reach through the forest of the seasoned ones. Baby white eggplant dangle and sway in the wind.
It’s time to dry off a bit…..
