The figs… well, have largely come and gone, but they were silken and juicy. The garden, as a whole, has that ragged late summer look (and yes, my garden tends to have that in early summer, too, but we’ll, er, overlook that). Blackberries are finally in season. Blueberries are ready. Peaches are drippy and juicy.
And the children have been hot to make lemonade. We finally did, today, with a friend of my boy's. As they squeezed the lemons, they made the lemons say “No, no, please, I’ll be good, don’t juice me! Please, I want to live! No, no, no! Aaaghhh!” Um, but they’re nice, well-adjusted children. I took a picture of the lemonade next to a portrait of Curly's favorite dinosaur (named Rainbow, who she sleeps with, reads to and plays cards with), wearing a party hat. Because even ferocious carnivores like a good, flowered hat now and then.
Of course, the delicious garden bounty also means... visitors.