We are at a truce.
Thanks to either my husband, Sue K., or Christmas ribbon or some combination thereof
My husband suggested that we park our cars on either side of the boxes.
Sue, as well as providing some lovely thoughts about her more than idyllic ride around her lake, suggested habanero peppers. (see yesterday's comments) I have some red pepper flakes that I tossed all over the pepper plants and carrots.
And I cut up bright red ribbons from my Christmas stash and dangled them from tomato cages. I even wrapped some of the stems of pepper plants with ribbon. It just looks lovely!
It was so nice to come outside early this morning before my painting class and see my carrot tops standing straight without being mashed down. And the pepper plants even looked like they were relieved.
Like any truce, it may all end tomorrow - but I've had a wonderful morning!
This afternoon I picked a pint of black raspberries, after stuffing ourselves this morning on another pint of them with our cereal. Then I picked enough peas to add to a risotto for supper.
I have to say one of my greatest enjoyments come from standing next to the garden and scarfing a few peas, a chunk of broccoli, or a cherry tomato. I bet anyone who's reading this right now is saying "eeeeuuuuu". I know, I've just finished painting a picture of hairy noses - which have been who knows where? - leaving through my plants. I heard this morning that sleeping with your dog can give you strep throat and worms. "eeeeeuuuuu" I can only imagine what can come from Bambi.
So, I've modified my gardening scavaging a bit and do take the veggies into the house and wash them with vinegar water and veggie soap. But I miss the
day when I felt comfortable standing next to the plant and really enjoying each bite.
Burrowing through the raspberry bushes last night reminded me of my childhood. We were always outside in the summer - no air conditioning - so that was the only comfortable spot. Usually under the lilac bush.
I and my friends were backyard cooks - yard scavengers. We ate a lot of stuff that mom would not have approved of. Now that the Food Network exists, the stuff doesn't seem so preposterous. We were gourmet and didn't know it.
We made a run through the back yards and brought the stuff back to our sandbox - that was set up as a kitchen. Flowers were good - you pulled off the petals. Clover could be eaten whole. Grass going to seed resembled wheat - so we stripped that off. And some of the seeds from trees were good if you took the husks off. Acorns did not taste good.
It's too late now to ask my mom if she knew what we were doing - I think I would have flipped if my kids were randomly grazing. Then again, maybe they did.
But those were different times and its a wonder we all grew up.
By the way:
Teddy says he does not have strep throat or worms, thank you.
Thanks to either my husband, Sue K., or Christmas ribbon or some combination thereof
My husband suggested that we park our cars on either side of the boxes.
Sue, as well as providing some lovely thoughts about her more than idyllic ride around her lake, suggested habanero peppers. (see yesterday's comments) I have some red pepper flakes that I tossed all over the pepper plants and carrots.
And I cut up bright red ribbons from my Christmas stash and dangled them from tomato cages. I even wrapped some of the stems of pepper plants with ribbon. It just looks lovely!
It was so nice to come outside early this morning before my painting class and see my carrot tops standing straight without being mashed down. And the pepper plants even looked like they were relieved.
Like any truce, it may all end tomorrow - but I've had a wonderful morning!
This afternoon I picked a pint of black raspberries, after stuffing ourselves this morning on another pint of them with our cereal. Then I picked enough peas to add to a risotto for supper.
I have to say one of my greatest enjoyments come from standing next to the garden and scarfing a few peas, a chunk of broccoli, or a cherry tomato. I bet anyone who's reading this right now is saying "eeeeuuuuu". I know, I've just finished painting a picture of hairy noses - which have been who knows where? - leaving through my plants. I heard this morning that sleeping with your dog can give you strep throat and worms. "eeeeeuuuuu" I can only imagine what can come from Bambi.
So, I've modified my gardening scavaging a bit and do take the veggies into the house and wash them with vinegar water and veggie soap. But I miss the
day when I felt comfortable standing next to the plant and really enjoying each bite.
Burrowing through the raspberry bushes last night reminded me of my childhood. We were always outside in the summer - no air conditioning - so that was the only comfortable spot. Usually under the lilac bush.
I and my friends were backyard cooks - yard scavengers. We ate a lot of stuff that mom would not have approved of. Now that the Food Network exists, the stuff doesn't seem so preposterous. We were gourmet and didn't know it.
We made a run through the back yards and brought the stuff back to our sandbox - that was set up as a kitchen. Flowers were good - you pulled off the petals. Clover could be eaten whole. Grass going to seed resembled wheat - so we stripped that off. And some of the seeds from trees were good if you took the husks off. Acorns did not taste good.
It's too late now to ask my mom if she knew what we were doing - I think I would have flipped if my kids were randomly grazing. Then again, maybe they did.
But those were different times and its a wonder we all grew up.
By the way:
Teddy says he does not have strep throat or worms, thank you.