The freezer is full but the summer squash don’t care.
It’s been hot again and that is supposed to slow them down.
That’s not happening.
I’m tempted to ‘forget’ to water them, except they are now so intertwined with the winter squash I can’t water one without the other.
I can, of course, just pull one or two of them …
How I spent the last weekend of summer….
We had 10 cubic metres of firewood delivered this weekend.
I stacked it.
The photo above shows it half done, below all neatly stacked.
When I started, the concrete slab was empty.
Mon mari was busy building….
I can’t build but I can stack!
Mon mari finished building our storage room.
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Friday was The Glorious Twelfth!
For those of you who don’t know what
The Glorious Twelfth is, in the interest of not repeating myself, yet again, please read about it here…..
Yes, it is, in fact, more than just my birthday. (Want to see my
childhood birthday cakes?)
This year it was more glorious than usual (sorry, grouse).…
Juliet’s Balcony is gone.
For over two years I’ve been a little afraid of going out on this balcony. The wrought-iron railing was broken and disintegrating. The floor, with I thought was concrete, was crumbling. It didn’t look the least bit safe.
I was so very wrong.
The floor was not concrete, but three 8″ solid stone slabs, carved on …
I love this time of year.
I love the sound of the wind blowing through drying corn and turning leaves. A completely different sound than summer breezes in green trees.
I love the warm, dry days and the cool, clear nights. The humidity of summer is gone.
I love gathering the walnuts and hazelnuts from under our trees, picking and …
I picked the first of my favorite summer vegetable yesterday.
I’ll admit that my favorite vegetable is usually the one on my plate…. But I have a particular fondness for fresh green beans.
Like sweet corn, they are best picked, cooked and eaten within a few hours.
One of the beans I planted this year is purple.
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Did I mention that I broke a tooth in Paris?
Did I mention that I am terrified of dental work?
Did I mention that my absolutely worst nightmares involve breaking teeth?
I have memories of going to the dentist as a child, en famille, and sitting in the waiting room listening to my older brother scream in agony as his …
My cousin, D, who went to art school, has been to Paris several times but never to the Louvre.
Her reason, which I’ve heard before, is that she didn’t ‘want to rush the experience’ and thought she would need at least a week to do a proper job.
I, on the other hand, have been to the Louvre everytime I’ve …