We ate one of the mystery squashes which I think is a Malabar gourd (Cucurbita ficifolia).
The attempted weigh in the garden was way off.
The flesh was like zucchini (courgette) but the seeds were like pumpkin.
I steamed the whole thing. Why did I think two people needed two kilos of squash? The extra was prepared as a gratin and stuck in the freezer. There are more of these squash in the garden which I plan to save as winter squash.
Three days ago as I was passing by the Swiss chard, something caught my eye. I did a double take or multiple take, since I took several photos. Blue mushrooms? Are they really blue or starting to rot?
Three days later, they have grown so no, they are not rotting. Another mystery to be solved. What kind are they?
Does anyone need an opening phrase for a never-ending saga ?
“She noticed it was dirty.”
How could a simple idea like “clean that Vélux” turn into such an undertaking! I considered writing heavy undertaking or enormous undertaking or even just big, but decided to do limited exaggeration. Does that exist or is it an oxymoron? In any case I warned myself that the next passing pigeon would bring the window out of its semi-pristine state, semi-, because who can claim to make an over 30 years old skylight like new? Upstairs, downstairs, rub, rub, rub, scrape, rub some more…
I think my shoulder gave up a half-life to the cause. Or did I do something yesterday? Oh, yes, I was waving a hedge cutter above my head in a vain attempt to dompter shrubbery originally intended to just go natural and act as a windbreak, but now risks blocking the sun from the persimmon tree we planted later. Dompter is what lion tamers do. Back, back, eleagnus and photinia. May the sun shine on the persimmon tree and into our bedroom.
The unfinished trimming—maybe with a lopper?
I felt rewarded when I went to the store and discovered my latest vice was back in stock after several months of absence.
There’ll be some crunching in the old house tonight.
La, la, la…..
Removing the pits from small black cherries, one by one, the thought came to me that there are those who think I don’t work. The reality is that I produce luxury products for a very select clientele, sometimes only the number of two.
I painted this watercolour to be used to make the labels for my jam. I only need three of them.
Then I prepared a dish to take to the end of the year meal for our choir.
Eggs from our chickens, salad, herbs and flowers from the garden.
Sometimes it’s not a bad thing be a bit negligent in the garden. A chard plant went to seed last spring and I didn’t remove it until this spring which has resulted in hundreds of chard seedlings. Since I need the space for beans, I weeded the area, separating the chard-weeds from the weed-weeds and brought them in for dinner. Lightly wilted with butter melted into them, delicious!
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Just waiting for those pods to get bumpy. Aren’t they cute? My sister gave them to me and I keep them on hand for installing art exhibits. This time they clipped some wire for holding together a structure to protect and support sweet peas. Whenever my husband sees them, he seems to look at […]