In Julian, we tend our gardens and watch the developing fruits of our orchards and judge the season accordingly. It is going to be a fine year for stone fruit and it’s a wonder given the winds of spring and the meager rainfall. Summer, confirmed this very day by the calendar is indeed here.
Our daughter Darrian, almost settled in Julian discovered her first glow worm, the bats perform their twilight ballet and the early morning songs of the birds have become our alarm clock. It is time for lingering evenings out on the patio sipping cold white wine while our favorite old songs slip into the gentle warm air of evening. I leave the moonlight dancing to the maidens of mystical Camelot. I’m content to sit and revel in the summertime magic of San Diego’s backcountry. This year’s bounty is secure.