I pulled no longer productive summer plants and planted lettuce, spinach, chard, and arugula. The birds have been eating my seeds, so I got seedlings at Eastern Market yesterday morning. I have planted some more seeds, but wanted back up. The grape tomato is still prolific, alone among the tomatoes. The cucumbers are completely past, making room for chard and turnips. It is time to make the last batches of pesto with the basil and parsley. Another blossom has come and not quite gone on the night-blooming cereus.
Don’t get too attached, including to ideas about yoga and practice.
what you wish for. Or at least enjoy it when you get it. I’ve been praying for rain. It was supposed to come yesterday afternoon, then last night. And it did not, and I worried about another storm passing to the northwest or southeast of us again. (We are, in fact, getting alot less rain from this storm than originally predicted).
Now, this morning, when it is time for me to walk the ten blocks to the metro to teach class at Willow Street, it is pouring. It has been so dry I am grateful for the rain. So I’ll have to dress right and enjoy the wetness for its nourishment and not whine about the cold, damp discomfort. Darn! Sometimes it is more fun to whine.
The air was dusty because we are in such dire need of rain, but the trees still were vibrant with color.
