Finally, Watermelon

Short blog today. I’m running, with lots to do this month both writing and in the garden. It’s the start of fall, despite the sizzling September temperatures.

But here’s our success story for the week. We actually grew an edible watermelon.

Some years were too hot, too dry, or too wet at the wrong time. Most years, we picked it too soon or too late. Some years coyote or deer got to it first, destroying the fruit.

But this year, the heavens shone on us and we got one–maybe two–amazing, enormous, sweet and delicious melons.

Yay.

Soggy Sunday

It’s raining again, half-an-inch overnight with more to come. Lucky for me, since I won’t have to water today. But later this week, we’ll need to mow. The grass is thick and green and growing.

But signs of fall are everywhere. Here are some black-eyed Susans–or are they miniature sunflowers–growing near an old tank on 311 Street.

#Pit-Mad is over and the submissions requested through the day have been sent. Yay. Now it’s time to start thinking about PitchWars and a Romance Writers of America contest I stumbled over–perfect for The Last Summer Queen.

In the garden, Jim trucked home the soil I need to build the berm to plant the weeping cherry tree on order. It will provide the “ceiling” for the Meditation Garden, sometime in the next ten years.

I also have enough mulch to finish fall planting and bed clean-up. The red clover–my experimental cover crop–is coming up apace. Although I’m behind in dividing daylilies, I’ve moved most of the ferns from the north side to the front, under the pin oaks. They seem to be doing well.

Carrying on. Hope your September is all you dreamed.