Corn & Cons
A friendly flash saved me from a speeding ticket tonight. Cop car at the end of the cornfield. Corn so tall now that I couldn't see it. Out west I think they used to say knee high by the Fourth of July but that would be a poor year anywhere now. More like higher than an elephant's eye. I love these corny old sayings.
The aphids prefer one variety of my phlox over the other and I couldn't find time to save them. I sprayed them every morning but they're about dead. The others seem alright, the culver root, and some anise hyssop, so I'll plant them tomorrow. Late, but I don't care. In this gardenless summer, I'll take what I can. Enjoy what I have. The lemon balm and bunny tail are blooming. The blackberry lilies too. Sweet plants.
I have a new flower book. “Wildflowers of Tennessee, the Ohio Valley and the Southern Appalachians”. It helped me find a plant I held in my mind since the spring. Solitary pussytoes. Found it with dad up by the cemetery. The day I took the songbooks from the churchhouse. Read something there that for a moment seemed like poetry. Then it wasn't. Just over and over again, the same song.