Last week a friend asked me what we’d been having for dinner recently. “Squash” was my quick reply. Between what the garden has been putting out and what friends have shared with us, we’ve had squash in some form or another for at least one meal a day since some time in July. I keep snapping photos along the way, meaning to share recipes with you (and me, because I often use this blog as one of my many recipe storage sites), but I just haven’t gotten around to it, so here we are with one big squash post instead. Continue reading
My weekend can best be summed up as “produce dealing”. There was the bag of cucumbers Virginia dropped off that became bread & butter pickles, peppers from the garden that became pepper jelly, a round of watermelon rind pickles started thanks to Virginia trying to get to a watermelon before the little nibbling critters in our garden did, only to cut it open to discover it wasn’t quite ready for eating.
I feel like it’s been too long since I did a garden post. The spring of two jobs and two gardens morphed into the summer of two jobs and two gardens plus assorted side projects and road trips, with the occasional looking after of neighbor’s gardens for three gardens and assorted responsibilities. I have moments where I strongly suspect I may have bitten off more than I can chew, followed by moments of uber frustration with nature but then I have those little moments of zen that make it all worth while.
I sometimes wander around the neighborhood, camera in hand. Saturday afternoon, I found myself down at Sandy’s, checking out his new deck and overhauled back patio, marveling over his hydrangeas.
I spent the weekend weeding all the gardens – and I do mean ALL the gardens. I hate weeding, but three straight days of rain last week meant that weeds had completely taken over and when you get down to it, there is something so satisfying about weeding when you look back at a freshly weeded bed. It just seems so neat and orderly, if only for the time being.
Five Photos, Five Stories, #1
I like to wander my yard with my camera in hand. I’ve been teaching myself to shoot manually for the last year or so. I’ve briefly – as in, sat in the yard one afternoon with a stack of library books and a glass of wine – studied the ins and outs of this. I only vaguely know the terms, but I have (mostly) figured out how to set my camera to achieve the shots I want. I learn more by doing than I do by reading sometimes, and this is definitely true when it comes to photography. Thank goodness for digital, which makes learning to play so much cheaper and easier than film photography. I like to capture light and moods, I love shooting with macro lens and focusing in on details. My garden and everything that inhabits it, are some of my favorite things to shoot because they are always changing, always in flux. What’s in bloom today can be gone tomorrow. Such is the tale of this spider. I was walking into the basement to check laundry when I saw the late afternoon sunlight shining through the web and ran to grab my camera, as that light can be fleeting. I held my breath as I shot, almost unable to believe I was able to capture so beautifully the streaming sun light through the delicate web. It’s taken me a good bit of work as well as luck to be able to shoot this photo. Such is life, isn’t it? You can work all you want, but sometimes, you just luck into things.
Suzicate at The Water Witch’s Daughter invited me to play Five Photos, Five Stories. I invite Cassi at Bad at Being Mom to participate. If you wish to play the rules are that you post a picture a day with a story, fiction or non-fiction, or a poem and nominate one fellow blogger a day to participate.
It was a glorious Memorial Day weekend here. The weather was just simply beautiful and honeysuckle scented. We had no where to be for three whole days – a first since a snowstorm I’m pretty sure. Pat went fishing with Cola, we had lots of girl time in the yard, gardening was done, back roads were driven in pursuit of local berries, which got jammed and frozen while the strawberries we picked from our yard garden got turned into strawberry ice cream that was shared at an impromptu dinner last night with Charles and Carol, our second dinner party with neighbors over the weekend. There was a yard sale score in the shape of a pretty new covered cake stand – the sort that you can flip upside down and turn into a punch or trifle bowl in a pinch, which I guess gets entered into both collections, bringing me to four punchbowls and eight cake stands. To celebrate, I baked a pound cake – this is my go-to recipe, one I tore out of Southern Living eons ago. Just dump everything in your stand mixer and let it go. I love those sorts of recipes. Baking the pound cake was also to use up some of the four dozen duck eggs that were dropped off this weekend, some of which might be involved in a pickling project. The pound cake was pretty divine served with the homemade, homegrown strawberry ice cream. Ambitious to-do lists were made and accomplished this weekend, although the house didn’t really get cleaned like it needs. Now that I’ve wrapped up my last PB&J Fund classes for the semester, I’ll have free afternoons again so maybe I can get that caught up. I did get laundry (mostly) caught up this weekend. One shouldn’t be too ambitious about these things I don’t think. All in all, it was a lazily productive weekend, the sort that had lots of impromptu pop-ins and visits, poison ivy, lazy yard drinks, beautiful evenings and the first lightening bug sightings of the season. Hello summer.