July 21, 2019

Planted red daylilies before the heat set in. Dug out some stands of bamboo. Cleaned the pond filter. The fringes of the property are becoming what I want them to be, a full radiant tangle like the gardens of Cambridge.

My peaches and nectarine were fully loaded, the one in the side yard so heavy with fruit it leaned against the house. All of that is gone. It wasn’t people, because the fruits weren’t ripe. Nobody has sighted bears, and I think I would have heard them chomping so close to the window.