Besides the date on the calendar, I know it's summer because the watermelon and popsicles are on sale (yes, I bought lots and have already eaten lots--don't tell, I think I ate three in one day the other day); the thermometer has peaked at 95 almost everyday this week (...hence all the popsicles); the sun shines right in my face when I'm standing at the kitchen counter making dinner (in December, it was down way before I was making dinner, and way before it would have made it far enough around the house to shine through the patio door into the kitchen); our new garden is growing (although stressed from all the heat. and bad soil. and dog friends that seem to ignore our attempt at a fence. [more on the garden coming soon]).
I'd love to say that I know it's summer because of all the fresh picked strawberries at the farmer's market, but our market sells lots of junk on tables (think: garage sale), and produce with California stickers on it that was trucked here from Gallup, NM and pretty much the same stuff I can buy down the street at Basha's (our one and only grocery, like it or not) for cheaper. Like these yummy California cherries. Delicious, plump...but alas, all the way from CA.
I've read about an agricultural program at the nearby town of Many Farms, that supposedly sells fresh, home grown produce at our flea market, but I have yet to find them. Although on second look, they seem to only sell in the...summer!Oh, Happy Summer!
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