Tuesday, June 20, 2017

“In winter I get up at night,
and dress by yellow candlelight,
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day”

~ Robert Louis Stevenson, A Child’s Garden of Verses

It’s the first day of summer–the solstice arrives tonight. The days will, ever-so-slightly, grow shorter and dawn will start to arrive later. Eventually I’ll be able to sleep past four o’clock; for now I just relish the early morning time.

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Yesterday we spent some delicious time in the garden weeding, tidying up, harvesting, and sowing some more seeds. I cut all the garlic scapes and I’m going to use them to make pesto.

Today, a road trip to see my mother-in-love, a stop at Rogers mill to stock up on bulk goods, and maybe a detour to find some strawberries.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. This is garlic? I’ve never seen it except in bulbs or minced in a jar in the grocery store. I need to have a garden, I know!

    1. Karen, yes, these are from the garlic plant. Scapes form on hard neck garlic at this time of year. We remove the so the plant can put its energy into the bulbs. (Hard neck garlic has larger cloves, unlike the bulbs you typically get at the grocery store)

  2. I had garlic scape pesto last year for the first time. My daughter in law made it. They now have our back field planted in garlic . I think we will have more in our future !

    1. Wonderful! This is my first year making it. Thanks so much for stopping by, Marijean.

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