This evening has been the first one in quite a while were I’ve been able to sit outside comfortably. Not only is the temperature tolerable with a nice breeze, but a nest of birdlings have evacuated their nest and their vicious mother who could dive bomb and hit harder than a Mac truck has left with them. She was a finch of some sort and thought the front corner of the porch would be a great place for a nest. Even if the temperatures had been agreeable earlier I wasn’t going to risk disturbing them.
Crickets are starting to sing their songs. The bats have left their perches for the evening. The cicadas have definitely made their presence known the past month. There’s no such thing as a silent evening during the summer.
My garden experiment has already past its prime. Don’t tell my tomato plants that though. They haven’t had anything worth picking this week, but they outgrew their cages, collapsed, and then grew outwards and upwards dominating everything else in the 4×4-foot raised bed. If I could stand some of these plants straight up they would easily reach well onto the second floor of the house. Everything else, pretty much hit and miss. If I wasn’t battling root rot and powder molds from the near constant rains at the end of spring into summer, I battled high temps and critters coming along and eating what was being produced. More lessons learned for next year.
I’m trying to figure out the best way to share my porch with several giant orb weavers and garden spiders. I’ve been watching three of the orb weavers spin their webs tonight, but walking into their webs, or worse yet, them, elicits a primal response to want to burn everything down and collect the insurance money. Their bodies are larger then quarters, they are hard to miss. I can watch them spin for hours, but they still creep me out. I just realized if my neighbors were paying attention they would probably wondering why I was staring intently at the edges of the porch for a few minutes at a time.
The neighborhood has changed and it hasn’t. A few neighbors have moved on and others have moved in. There’s just a few new people to wave at as they drive by. If I can give this neighborhood credit for anything I will give it credit for being friendly. There are a few nuts peppered through, but overall, you could walk up to anyone here and say hello and find yourself with your head talked off.
So all in all, nothing has really changed in this little corner of the village over the summer, it’s just finally time to get to enjoy the front porch in the evenings, as soon as I can work out a peace treaty with the spiders.