The tomatoes, which I planted in late February, gave us many kilograms of fruit and are now shrinking back; gnarled and browning. The rains came, pounding and torrential for a week, and went away just as briskly. It's been hot, and then some. We have a new dog, who wandered in one day and never left. Dad said she could stay if Yuna didn't mind. Yuna minds, but doesn't fear her; instead she charges Lamoon (who’s twice her size) head-on, every chance she gets. She likes her space, in which she's used to having only three, far less excitable dogs. I laugh and feel proud and worried for her. I harvest tomatoes; okra; the occasional leafy greens. I pull weeds when I can think of nothing else to do, but feel like I should do
Loved every single bit of this post Huiran 💙