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The Summer sun, lifting above the trees, illuminated a sparkling cloud of no-see-ums billowing through the roses. Their retreat and advance appeared as breath drawn and exhaled. Cicadas chorused. Trying to beat the heat, the Mockingbirds had already begun their daily tasks, which were many and, naturally, included sampling the ripeness of every fig at the top of the tree.

There is always give and take in the garden. Always a balance.  If it is a game, it is not strictly played fairly by some residents. Weather-wise, this season had the Gardeners one up on the fig side and down by three on the other fruit trees. The summer had produced a goodly amount of figs – enough for everyone, really, but the Mockingbirds love to have the very last warble and often can look you straight in the eye while beaking your fruit.

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The fledgling sharpens his technique.

 

Agapanthus was pleased to have worked as part of the team that had rescued figs when so many had come ripe all on one day. Two afternoons of jam-making had produced a reasonable supply. The Fig ‘n’ Strawberry went into the freezer. The Fig and Lemon was properly canned and suitably labeled…a salute to the opposition and a game well-played.

Jam Labels Agapanthus

Hitty Agapanthus labels the jars of fig jam.

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The old Confederate Rose has met an untimely end and the Mad for the Farthing Crowd mourns its passing. Planted before the Wiregrass Hitties were even splinters of the heart, it had grown taller than the house from three cuttings purchased as homely, naked “sticks” at the Christmas Bazaar. The memory made the Carvers laugh. The cotton rose was a haven for birds and insects, situated so the resident mockingbird could spew sass to folks both within the garden and without.  In the Summer, it offered fine shade to the dozy Doggery. The rose, truly not a rose at all, blossomed exuberantly and prolifically deep into Autumn with flowers as large as saucers.

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Hedydd waits as the early morning sun urges the Cotton Rose to fully open.

The Hittys know a little more now, about the rhythm of the seasons here in the Wiregrass. Although they grieve for shrubbery now gone, they know that friends and neighbors can be counted on to provide cuttings, though they declare they would pool their pocket money to buy “sticks” at this year’s bazaar, so much is the Cotton Rose missed.

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