Hawthorn Hill Journal by Dick deRosa

Mid-summer Musings…

It feels as if we planted the two crops of early potatoes we like just a few days ago. But it’s the same story every summer. Looked forward to for so long, now almost over. Yet, there I was yesterday afternoon cutting back the foliage as I have done for many a summer. The virtue of cutting back foliage is that the spuds can stay in the ground until needed. We scoop them up as needed, finishing the final harvest in late fall. Should a blight visit the neighborhood, there is little to worry about. Anything that obviates worry is welcome up here. Besides, there is plenty of worry food out there to chew on. Unfortunately, even when doing mundane garden tasks unpleasant aspects of one’s non-gardening life tend to wheedle their way into consciousness. I suspect it is a sign of the times that the cultural inanities that characterize contemporary life in these United States hold greater sway than they should.