Gardening from the Heart
Today’s harvest somehow wanted to be shaped into a flaming heart. The pest control technician came for the quarterly visit. I gave him a sack of beans for him and his wife to have for dinner.

Today’s harvest somehow wanted to be shaped into a flaming heart. The pest control technician came for the quarterly visit. I gave him a sack of beans for him and his wife to have for dinner.

Hops beginning to blossom. I hadn’t realized one can also eat hops shoots.

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.

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.

Only five bunches of
Grapes. Who will eat them? Me? Or
Will it be the birds?

Last week I went across town by bus to renew my expired drivers license and replace it with the real ID version. On the way home I visited a friend from work whom I haven’t seen in person since before the initial stay at home order. Then I left work early on Friday and went to see the Sonya Clark exhibit at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. The art was worth seeing, but it was overly crowded.
I spent the weekend with the garden and house and practices. Readying for what comes, but am sure I don’t want the old “normal.”

Perfect between work and Spanish class meal–brown rice and red lentil kitcheree made in the rice cooker. Garnished with chopped herbs from the garden–mint, coriander, fennel.

Garlic chives, arugula, parsley. Note that the garden has been reconfigured to allow room for distanced visiting.
