August's halfway over and it hasn't been too bad this year. Today is a bit humid for my taste, but it isn't quite up to ninety. The nights have been reasonably cool and actually we had a lot of lower temperatures this month during the day.
The morning glories I let grow in my vegetable garden are living up to their name. Beautiful blue flowers greet me. There are so many butterfly bush volunteers that at mid-morning the butterflies are all over the fenced-in area. If you were so inclined and had nothing better to do, you could pull up a lawn chair and watch the zucchinis grow!
I have serious zucchini fatigue this year. Luckily the chickens like them. And yes, I've made zucchini bread and even zucchini lasagna. Enough. The best thing I did with them is make "noodles" with a little gadget and froze bags of them. Hopefully, I'll enjoy them when it is cold and there is snow on the ground. By then, zucchini will seem like a good idea.
Listening to the old timey bluegrass radio show today, I heard one of the Carter sisters sing a song about going back home to Texas. It was probably a recording from the 1930s. She sang, "I am weeping like a willow; I am mourning like a dove."
I've never heard that song before. It's probably famous in Texas.
