After the counselor had fed her plant areas, (I don’t really call them gardens,) the weather warnings hit. I’m happy to report that the squash survived. In fact, everything survived. And all that humidity went away in time. So much so that campers needed a heavier blanket at 3 a.m. or so.
I think we are talking acorn squash here, my interested pals. I think we will get quite a few. I do this thing where I take extra leaves off that are just sucking moisture, and I cauterize the open ends so nothing can get into the plant itself. Overkill, I’m sure, but I m doing it. I use the good old flame stick. Look right at the middle of the photo and you’ll see an squash forming. Oh, and a cricket jumped in my hair. Oh I hated that. No wonder half pint and Mary on Little house wore bonnets!
Besides feeding the plants, Head Counselor tied up the sunflowers and echinacea and cosmos so they would not get smashed by the hail, and rains. There was hail. Mid-storm we were told there was a tornado nearby but that with all the rain you couldn’t see it. . So just pay attention campers and get in the basement. (Kind of like COVID, you don’t see it but you believe the science and you pretty much live in your basement. OR so it feels like. ) I wonder, do people say? “fake news, I don’t believe in tornadoes Dorothy.”
Their was a brief text to my children. We love you. AL you get Tanky and Beatles. Zach you get Piepie and Fezzik. Both parties complained about their givens. Watch out you guys or Tank will go to Dee.
Campers earned their weather badges by letting the counselor rearrange her yarns while the camper took down the deck chairs, and closed the windows . They watched available radar, so points for that too!
Now, doesnt the sock that likes me so far, look just like my garden grows?
Have a good one my blog pals. I cannot get enough of Summer.