Nurturing the Garden:
Heading into summer there’s very little to do in the garden except to watch everything grow and keep the young starts hydrated. The very best time to water plants is in the early morning, while it is still cool. This will allow the water to run down into the soil and reach the roots of the plant without too much excess water lost to evaporation. This is also great advice for the gardener, be sure to hydrate!
Watering in the early morning will also make the water available to the plants throughout the day so that the plants will be able to deal better with the heat of the sun.
Nurturing the Gardener:
With temperatures hitting the rare mid-nineties in the Pacific Northwest it’s a perfect time to nurture the gardener. Washingtonians generally lament the few warm days in a row with little access to air conditioning. Luckily I can think of a few favorite places to cool off.
When I was a kid it wasn’t unusual to pack up a towel, some books and a lunch and head to the water. Lake Rosiger was a highlight of my childhood and it’s been decades since I’ve been back. The hub was up for an adventure so as tradition dictates, a towel, some books, a lunch along with LOTS of water was packed along with our kayaks.
For me, kayaking has a kind of nobility to it. This is the kind of entertainment that leaves no trace it was had. Kayaking in the Pacific Northwest allows you to see niches of nature that you may not be able to access otherwise. If you’d like to experience a kayaking adventure, contact me for the best places you can see within an hour (or less) by car. Be sure to reach out to us on Facebook for a list of places to see by kayak.
Feeling ten years old again, we pulled into Lake Rosiger before the heat of the day and any crowds arrived. A few steps from our truck to the water, we unloaded our gear and I reminded the hub to take a deep breath, long and slow inhaling from the nose and then sharing what he senses. This lake always smells like home.
A few paddles in and we are lost in jungle of water lilies with friendly hellos from hundreds of blue dragon flies, I think they like my boat since we’re the same pretty blue color. Exactly like when I was ten.
A few surprises popped up: some painted rocks were found in the lake, we snapped a picture of them along with the Mount Pilchuck view and even had a sighting of a bald eagle.
Pushing the limits of the waning shade and our sunblock, we paddled back in to the beach. Nostalgia is a beautiful thing and I’m reminded to celebrate it even when I revisit places that change over the years.