State of the Garden
Rainy independence day morning. I think about what it means to be free, as an individual and as part of the collective.
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An Egg
On my walk to work, I was reminded of the fragility of individual embodiment, and the beauty and ruthlessness of nature.
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State of the Garden
Rhubarb, turnips, onions, jalapeno, tomatoes
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Morning Puja
This morning, after I stretched and then sat for meditation, I went out in the garden. I watered and weeded. I picked greens and herbs and cherry tomatoes to bring to work as part of my lunch.
I usually work from home on Friday, but had to go in for an intense series of meetings.
I picked these glorious turnips for our office administrative assistant. She is now the only support person in our office, and she is thus unsupported herself. She enjoys when I share edibles from the garden.
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In Which Ganesha Oversees the First Popsicles of the Season (Lemon-Strawberry)
The strawberries were very nearly mashed into juice by the hot walk from the Penn Quarter Fresh Farm Market Home, but no matter. I had intended to make them into popsicles. I couldn’t resist the bouquet from one of the farmers.
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State of the Garden (and a Dinner for Friends)
Garden greens with baby carrots and sprouted beluga lentils, with Dijon mustard vinaigrette; spring onion and quinoa torte with eggs from my friend’s hens. Black olives, roasted soy nuts for salad as diners choose, tarragon and mint to refresh palate. Cool herbal infusion (peppermint, spearmint, anise hyssop, and lemon balm). Wine and dessert not shown.
