Sunrise Sights

A cucuzzi squash blossom, drizzled in morning dew.

The Compost Guru had already been at work, digging 'corn holes' as we call them, when I arrived at o-dark-thirty this morning.  It was the final day in a sequence of days for planting above ground crops, according to the moon and tidal patterns.

Our previous use of the Farmer's Almanac moon-planting schedule was haphazard at best, and we decided that we wanted a bonafide experiment going on concerning the idea.

That's why I found myself up before daylight had really struck the scene.  My coffee was snugly in-hand, however, and most delicious, even in the early morning muggy air.

Pumpkin blossoms, trumpeting the new day.

Birds were singing their hearts out, and I determined to walk among the fresh blossoms of the day, taking an inventory of sorts, of all the beauty that surrounded, or rather, completed, our handiwork.



The corn would soon be in-ground; the pole beans ensconced in the same fate.  It was a good day to plant crops.  Yes, indeed.  "Crop til we drop!"  our new motto.