This morning I went out into the back garden with my friend Tyrone, who helps me keep the rats and termites at bay. The pansies were too few even for a bud vase, and I didn’t expect to be out in the garden again to admire them before they withered, so I ate them. They remind me of wintergreen.
Om namah shivayah.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
This morning I ate the last of the blueberries from the garden, but the grapes are starting to ripen. Here come the grapes.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
After eating homemade popsicles. This week’s variation: lemon, lime, with white nectarine. The liquid was an chilled tisane with herbs from the garden; the sweetener, local honey. The farmers at the market were packing to go home. Tomatoes and peaches only $1 a pound. Tonight–cucumber and tomato salad with the second cucumber of the year from my own garden. The salad to accompany whole wheat pasta tossed with garden greens, herb pesto (basil, parsley, arugula; garlic in the pesto from a friend’s garden), and white beans. Later in the week when it gets cooler, slow-cooked tomato sauce and white peaches poached in wine (perhaps turned into popsicles).
From the tree in her yard, an offering brought by a student coming for house yoga practice.
Of my friends on facebook, several reveled in staying inside because of the rain yesterday. Others complained about being unable to do things that would have been better on a dry day. Reporters and anchor persons seemed to think it newsworthy whether the rain will impact football or baseball games. How about telling us whether the rain we are getting is optimal for the native flora and fauna and how it is impacting the farmers? We seem as a society to have forgotten the relationship of the weather to food.
