It’s been a strange summer in many ways that is now nearing its end. For weeks it looked as if it were never going to materialize. It was cool and very wet, some fields were never seeded, others had large areas that were drowned out, crops struggled to survive, let alone thrive.
The garden didn’t fare any better; part of it was under water time and again. Never before has it looked that bad. The lawn was waterlogged as well, and well into July it was impossible to walk across it without rubber boots. Where in the dismal dry year 2002 (and some others before and since) no green grass could be found and the ground crackled under my feet I now sloshed through water that reached up to my ankles.
I thought it would be the ideal time to revive the ‘Musings’ blog since, thanks to corona, we couldn’t travel anyway, but somehow I missed the boat. Now autumn is almost tangible. The garden has recovered where it could with warmer, at times almost hot weather and drier conditions, and the fields have mostly dried up as well. Some crops don’t even look too bad, but the early damage is irreversible, of course, and many farmers all over the province will not have much to harvest.
While we had to give up on travel plans to Germany and Estonia we had wonderful opportunities to explore our own province on bikes, in a canoe and with hiking boots and backpacks. This does count as travel, I think, and I will talk about it all a bit in the travel blog, “Every Day is a Journey” (susannetravels.blogspot.com).
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