Seems this time of year incites behavior obsessed with the gardens. I feel confident in saying that I'm not an obsessive person, yet this season of spring's waning brings up the finest of green obsessions from somewhere deep within my core. I rather enjoy it and I do honor the benefits realized from this obsessive behavior, for from them I am sustained throughout the year.
I did not get the rest of the tomatoes planted, nor the squashes. Not to mention the rest of the little plants waiting less-than-patiently in their flats. Even so, I tended to those in their garden places and harvested a bit . . .
I cooked the perfectly fermented white beans with bay leaf and carrots and created a salad, purely on trust in intuition . . .
The remaining beans are jarred up in waiting, garlic vinegar from the last of last year's harvest is canted, and another salsa is made as well . . .
I invested a good portion of today playing in the garden. I got more seeds and seedlings into the earth - eggplant, Italian broccoli, leeks, celery, celeriac and radish, carrot, cabbage. Others I'm surely forgetting. I still have another dozen or so tomatoes to set into the earth, but today I got the plums into their garden spaces, next to the cherry golds, making the second third of the tomato garden. Crazy stakes and all.
Then, a tomato salsa with garden herbs - oregano, green onion, garlic tops and chive flowers. Quite good I must say. Especially good with a fine corn chip and a nice ale.
Yep. Between yesterday's post and today, I made a game. And I will be repeating this game in the coming weeks during June (maybe longer). The game is an idea adapted from other choice bloggers. The game is for you, kind reader, a chance for you to play a bit and possibly win something. We all need to play more. And who doesn't like the chance to win something? I feel the game must be on Wednesdays. I feel the game's name is: Win a Whimsy. Whatcha think?
So, we've had our trial balloon with yesterdays' post. Five folks responded, though not all as comments here (tsk tsk tsk), but I let them play anyway. THIS time. It's good to be Queen.
So now, to select a winner . . . I fire up my . . . what did I call it? Oh yes--my state of the art, randomizing winner selection device. May I have a drum roll please . . .
No - wait! The herbs! They are:
See? Some of you came verrrrry close! Nicely done!
So now, the first ever winner of the first ever Walk in the Woods' Wednesday's Win a Whimsey is: Tammie Lee! Yay and hooray! Your spirit cord will soon be on its way to you. And thanks to all for playing!
I enjoyed a fine class today. I don't know about anyone else, but I enjoyed it. I was here, I was there, and I seemed to land where I was meant to be--in any given moment. Imagine that.
After class I cleaned up and thought I would tend to a few garden tasks, but then I remembered the hankering I've been having for red beans-n-rice. I fermented the beans two/three days ago and cooked them yesterday, so they were ready. I had sweet pepper and hot, celery and onion and fresh thyme and oregano from the garden, among other green delicacies, but none of the "traditional" meats.
What I did have was hot Italian sausage, and with the kitchen spirits dressed in black shaking their understanding heads at me, I forged ahead. Then . . . I made time to put my feet up . . .
The boy drummed . . .
And then, came time for dinner. Hot and spicy under a blanket, the sky of day fading to dusk and twilight, as the music of birds in air and tree serenaded our shared evening together.
Today, I made do. It seems my motivation to create is resting, and that is as it should be. So I won't force myself or feel any angst or guilt for not expressing myself with art or craft or whatever.
In fact, the energy of today has been more about doing. I got caught up on some eDoings, did the shopping for Saturday's workshop and the household groceries. Used my new shopping bag too! The "greenhouse" plants were put outdoors to breath and start hardening off. I cleaned and seasoned my little smudging cauldron that saw a bit too much moisture over Forest Folk weekend (which was fabulous, by the way). A sweet tea of Ceylon - fair trade and organic - is cooling for the fresh batch of kombucha. And while I really want to play in the gardens, it just feels too cool to me. Even so, I managed to harvest a healthy handful of vernal sweet grass.
I made a picture too. Well - a photo really . . . of the spouse working.