Sunday, August 2nd, 2009 09:59 pm
A local local-foodie blogger actually was harvesting tricale wheat last week.



I feel i've been letting myself go, grow. It's probably been good for me, but i feel the need for focus and discipline. Not in bad ways, but more like needing the support of that.

It's been an odd day without Christine, i can feel the rattling around restlessness of not wanting to experience missing her.

It's been a lovely day. I haven't written much about the garden this year: at times it has been lush and abundant. The deck plantings are between floral bounties at the moment: the purple-pink hydrangea and chrysanthemum which were amazing for a month or so are fading. The purple and yellow planter, which had faded in June and July, is putting forth some more blossoms. One of the delicate scented geraniums has an amazing yet understated blossom. The red and white geraniums are still blooming, but have been understated this year. The lemon tree is full of green fruit, several different stages. Cherry tomatoes are ripening: red and orange punctuation marks among the foliage.

My pie from yesterday still pleases me: an apple, two pears, a bunch of very ripe grapes, one desiccated navel orange (peel still on), half a vanilla bean, and cup or so of cherries. I'm only making a crust across the top, a bisquick crust dabbed on -- not enough work room to really roll out pie crusts. But it's very yummy, so i won't be shamed by my shortcuts.
Monday, August 3rd, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
Ah, good to have it confirmed that it is ripe here! I've decided to celebrate Hláfmæst at the upcoming full moon, having let the first creep up on me. A fellow heathen living in NC grows a small wheat patch to determine the proper time as well as to use as an offering, but it failed in last year's drought and didn't do well this year. Here I suspect this morning's "sea-fret" was both a sign of disturbed climate and a prompt that fall is over the horizon even here.

--The pie sounds marvelous.

M