A stand of bamboo is handy to have. Every year it produces shoots twenty to thirty feet tall. Cut and trimmed, they make great poles to string supports for snap peas. What’s great about bamboo poles, is that you can trim the branches so that you have handy hooks at each node. Hooks on poles, you have to pay extra for those at the store. They come built in on bamboo.

On a sunny July afternoon, the hens stay cool taking dirt baths in the shade.

The tomatoes are blushing. They go through so much effort to become the red, luscious fruits we love. Never take a ripe tomato for granted.

Sorry, Bow Little Market customers, these Korean Red garlic are not for sale. They are for next year’s crop. After drying through the summer, I will be planting them in the fall. Next year, I’ll try and have many more of these popular garlic than I had this year.

Yesterday was market day at Bow Little Market. It’s always a pleasure meeting customers and all the Bozos living in the neighborhood. When we moved to Bow years ago, we were told that people who live in Bow are known as Bozos. In addition to the locals, there are people from all over the world stopping by the little market.

The tomatoes are coming along, and in a week or two, I should have some red tomatoes ready for market.

Summer eventide mellows the hues and softens the edges. The last of the summer sun’s rays filter through the trees, scattering the light. The chickens have all gone to roost. It’s a peaceful time to stroll around the pond … peaceful except for the red-winged black bird which sound their loud, buzzy alarms. They nest in the cattails at the edge of the pond. Year after year they come back to raise their young. In some places they form flocks of a million birds or more. Thankfully, not here. They may be the most abundant bird in North America with 250 million birds in peak years.

Red-winged blackbirds live up to 15 years, so many of them nesting at the pond see us walk by every day, year after year. Never once have they ever seen us attack them or go after their nests, and yet, each time we walk by they sound the alert, buzzing about and letting all the birds know danger is at hand.

Perhaps I should be offended, but I’m not. Their buzzing alarm cries are like music, and their songs throughout the day are so enjoyable. There’s no need to wear headphones to listen to music when you’re surrounded by nature. Nature is constantly singing.

A day that starts with dogs sleeping is a good day. Takuma 拓真 and Ena 枝那 are napping after hunting rabbits for several hours at the crack of dawn. While we snoozed, they were on the prowl.

A day with tomatillo flowers is a good day. Tomatillos are worth growing for their unusual blooms.

A day when a mother hen and her chick check to see what you are doing in the hoop house is a good day. They are hoping I’ll do something that will stir up some worms.

Pulling weeds out by their roots and turning them over makes a good day for Molly and her chicks.

A day with daisies is a good day. The first of the daisies are opening, which means July is around the corner. If you have enough flowers, you can get rid of your calendars. The flowers will tell you what month it is.