Today’s Gifts from the Garden

Thoughts about eating well to feed your body and spirit.
I was staying at a retreat center in Peru on 9/11. I was not with anyone else from the United States. I remember at the first meal after the planes hit, another guest suggesting that the United States deserved it. I also remember the brief moment of gathering sympathy that, as a country, we threw away with the aggressive response.
The best thing about the retreat center was that instead of tea bags, every morning there were fresh herbs from the garden for tea. I continue to make my tea that way as much of the year as the garden is able.


The garlic chives are blossoming.

At last enough beans all at once to make a meal. Until now, the birds and I nibbled the few a day while still outside.

It’s full of biting, stinging, and plant-munching beings. I mostly live and let live.

I practice the physical yoga postures to enhance and maintain the flexibility, agility, balance, and strength I need to get about my daily life, for example clambering about the vertical garden. Balance beam in high school was also helpful preparation.


I communicate with the Murtis when I am out on the garden and also with the plants and other living beings. The volunteer squash are outrageously happy at the moment. On the balcony, Crow has discovered the strawberries and the fig tree.
After washing up the dinner things and making a sweet bread with one of the about to be overly abundant butternut squashes, I stepped out on the catio to be greeted by the nearly full moon. The thunderstorms this afternoon were modest, but they cleared out some of the smoke.

The first new okra is crawling with ants, but that’s ok because they are eating up the baby aphids.

The fennel has become an offering to future butterflies. A worthy sacrifice.
