For once, then, something
Summer has finally passed and with it we had the final harvest from our garden. As far as a first attempt at a garden the sou chef and I did a pretty good job. We lost the basil and the black eye peas to some sort of animal yet we saved the tomatoes and the cucumbers.
The garden was something that I really wanted to do and share with our daughter. You experience a lot of joys with children but introducing them to something like a garden where they can tend it, watch it grow and then enjoy the bounty is a treasure. Few things bring greater joy then hearing a 4 year old shout excitedly over the things they have achieved.
We decided to pick the tomatoes early rather then loose them to a frost. We decided to make
Salsa Verde with Green Tomatoes, Avocados, and Cilantro from the excellent blog Kalyn's Kitchen.
Salsa Verde with Green Tomatoes, Avocados, and Cilantro from the excellent blog Kalyn's Kitchen.
I have also been working on my photos and feel these are much improved.
looking good team!
Big, bigger , biggest
And since it is the end of summer (technically it is Fall but I am wearing shorts as I write this) who better then Robert Frost to escort us out-
For once, then Something
by Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
by Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
2 comments:
Have you looked at the book "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle," by Barbara Kingsolver? It is all about a family deciding to grow most of their own food for a year, and purchase what else they need from locally grown farms. You might find it of interest since it talks about how important the process was to the family.
I think it's a fantastic idea to garden with your daughter. It gives you time together, and it helps teach her about food and nutrition. I do miss having a garden. Those green tomatoes look so tempting--I just love 'em.
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