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Other seasonal notes
We're all geared up for First Flush, but there's no sign of imminent rain. I thought I heard the surf rats who work the Farmer's Market on Saturday talking about incoming storms, but they were actually talking about something to do with waves. Of course. I think an extra high tide. I have misplaced my tide book and I can't be bothered tolook it up otherwise. And speaking of waves, the season has turned at the beach: It's Beach on Saturday was carved almost in half, with a really steep drop between the high and low part of the beach. I forgot it happened this early.
I heard something last night that sounded like rain -- rather, early this morning. I was really puzzled as I woke up from my twentieth try to sleep: I thought "it's too early. Wouldn't somebody have said something if a storm was coming in? Wouldn't we be on alert? I'm not really ready!!" But it wasn't rain. Probably the neighbor was taking a shower. That's happened before.
It was really, really hot yesterday for probably the first time all summer. It's been a bit hot before, but we haven't gotten a real, knock-your-socks-off, can't-sleep, burning-up heat wave all summer. But last night I was hot enough that I was a bit worried and went to drink more water.
I had my first pomegranate today and it was a mistake. It looked good but it was really bad. Not weird and sour like the ones in my yard, just truly bad. Flavorless and not sweet and faintly bitter, like not food at all. I will wait for the real pomegranate season starting around Halloween, thank you.
There's something sweet and tropical smelling blooming around the corner but I can't find it. There's a narrow front strip in front of an apartment building with a couple of plum trees, some star jasmine, some lantana, and some agapanthus, and that thing that hedges like box but has big fat leaves with red backs and fuzz on them. The lantana is the only thing visibly blooming, and it smells like lantana (like nasty musky sharp pennyroyal or mint, but more pleasant than that sounds). The agapanthus has just finished blooming and there are dead flowers clinging to the seed pods. The plum is of course tryuing to decide whether or not to be altogether dormant, and since it just got cruely bitchered it's really confused and putting out a few measly untimely leaves. The star jasmine is out of bloom and the smell isn't like sar jasmine anyway.
It's a mystery.
I heard something last night that sounded like rain -- rather, early this morning. I was really puzzled as I woke up from my twentieth try to sleep: I thought "it's too early. Wouldn't somebody have said something if a storm was coming in? Wouldn't we be on alert? I'm not really ready!!" But it wasn't rain. Probably the neighbor was taking a shower. That's happened before.
It was really, really hot yesterday for probably the first time all summer. It's been a bit hot before, but we haven't gotten a real, knock-your-socks-off, can't-sleep, burning-up heat wave all summer. But last night I was hot enough that I was a bit worried and went to drink more water.
I had my first pomegranate today and it was a mistake. It looked good but it was really bad. Not weird and sour like the ones in my yard, just truly bad. Flavorless and not sweet and faintly bitter, like not food at all. I will wait for the real pomegranate season starting around Halloween, thank you.
There's something sweet and tropical smelling blooming around the corner but I can't find it. There's a narrow front strip in front of an apartment building with a couple of plum trees, some star jasmine, some lantana, and some agapanthus, and that thing that hedges like box but has big fat leaves with red backs and fuzz on them. The lantana is the only thing visibly blooming, and it smells like lantana (like nasty musky sharp pennyroyal or mint, but more pleasant than that sounds). The agapanthus has just finished blooming and there are dead flowers clinging to the seed pods. The plum is of course tryuing to decide whether or not to be altogether dormant, and since it just got cruely bitchered it's really confused and putting out a few measly untimely leaves. The star jasmine is out of bloom and the smell isn't like sar jasmine anyway.
It's a mystery.