The summer is here, in our home, not just outside. This year as the cucumbers overflow, and something always needs water, as there seems to be nothing happening in the hot humid buzz but so much is going on, I notice that we are summer. Somewhere over the last year I moved from spring to summer myself. Early summer, but summer still. A time and place where so much is happening on its own, so much growing, blooming and buzzing- and my job is to hold it and notice it and tend the garden.