Thursday, August 31, 2017

"The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.” ~ Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees What a blessing these last, hot days of August are. I spent too much of the month indoors, due to the smoke, making it seem like summer was passing me

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

"August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun . . .” ~ Mary Oliver, The Pond It turns out that the catch was more plentiful than anticipated and I stay up too late canning salmon. This morning I am tired but content. The freezer is well stocked with enough packages of

Monday, August 14, 2017

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ~ Victor Hugo, Les Misérables I visit the garden after a two-day absence and am awed by the change in such a short time. Some things come in abundance, for others

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

"Gardens are a form of autobiography." ~ Sydney Eddison Rainbow Swiss chard is one of my favourite things from the garden. I've been tucking some away in the freezer and we're enjoying it regularly in salad these days. It makes a tasty, crunchy, and hearty salad: chopped chard, whatever other veggies are on hand (currently

Sunday, August 6, 2017

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." ~ John Lubbock, The Use Of Life I processed fifty pounds of tomatoes yesterday--soup enough to

Saturday, August 5, 2017

"Ripe vegetables were magic to me. Unharvested, the garden bristled with possibility. I would quicken at the sight of a ripe tomato, sounding its redness from deep amidst the undifferentiated green. To lift a bean plant's hood of heartshaped leaves and discover a clutch of long slender pods handing underneath could make me catch my