Although the calender may not reflect it, summer is almost over. How
do I know this? Well, for one, I was attacked by a cicada the other
night on my porch. That is definitely not a “summer” activity.
sure for anyone who caught the performance, it was a show-stopper. I
yelled and ran around in circles with my arms up in the air. Probably
not the most graceful thing but it worked. That awful thing got off me
and when I got in the house and shut the door, it beat on the storm door
four or five times before giving up and flying off.
my esteemed colleague, the earlier you hear them, the earlier the frost
is. Fall may be sooner than we think; I’ve been hearing them buzz for
It seems like after we celebrate the Fourth of July, the
rest of the summer seems to evaporate. I couldn’t believe it when I got
the first school registration and was even more surprised when the first
Many of my flowers are starting to show the wear and
tear of blooming like crazy for months. The fuchsia has already made
its way into the garbage and the begonias are looking pretty sad.
our latest attempt at growing tomatoes failed miserably and those have
been gone for a month or more. We seem to be tomato-challenged. We have
tried to grow two tomato plants in that Topsy Turvy thing and failed
miserably both times.
The first time we got one from a friend and
pushed our little tomato plant through the bottom and filled it with
dirt and then my husband watered it diligently every day. We found out
you really aren’t supposed to fill it up with dirt or water that much
and it quickly drowned and looked like a weed that had been set on fire.
second time around, we got one already well established. It was
ginormous. It already had three tomatoes on it. We thought we had it
made. We were going to show that Topsy Turvy a thing or two. It only
took us four weeks to kill that one. We did get a couple tomatoes off of
it before its demise. I’m not sure what happened to it. I know at one
point my husband thought I was watering it and I thought he was. Hmmm.
we decided we would just stick with the cherries and plant them in
pots. They soon got that funky stuff on their leaves and soon all that
was left were stalks and puny, sad little green tomatoes.
sure sign of the end of the summer is the Van Wert County Fair. It’s in
full swing and there’s still time to get that elephant ear or Venedocia
Lions sausage sandwich! So put on those walking shoes and make your way
through the fairgrounds and see all the 4-H and FFA projects, cute
animals (you could visit the sheep barn for me and take pics of all the
sheep after they’re shorn and in their pajamas!) and adults even get in
the action with displays or ginormous veggies, baked goods and other
Football season is about to start and I can’t wait to
walk out the back door and hear the announcer and the cheer of the
crowd. I think I’m going to make it a point of taking in a few games
I have some bad news about what comes after summer. The Farmer’s
Almanac arrived in the newsroom this week and you had better soak up
this sunshine and heat while you have the chance.
We’re in for a
winter similar to the one we just barely made it through. Well, maybe
that was just me but I got tired of subzero temps and snow as far the eye
could see for weeks pretty quickly. We can pooh-pooh it all we want, at
the end of the day, it has an 80-percent spot-on forecast record and
it’s been around a little while.
So this weekend I’m gonna kick
back, relax and enjoy what has been dubbed the last weekend of summer.
I’m going to enjoy the sunshine and the last few free days. I’m still
holding out for Indian Summer that has failed to show its face in past