Yes, I have a lot of tomato pictures. We have a lot of tomatoes. I’ve been making weekly deliveries to my neighbors and Jesse’s parents and we still have a lot of tomatoes. We also have peppers. The peas just finished. I pulled our first melon, but a little too soon. We have one more ripening on the vine and after a little more googling, I have a better idea when to harvest it. Pumpkin and zucchini are still maybes and if those worms would stay off my broccoli, it appears as if I might actually get some. Every single day, twice a day, I go out to squash worms and wipe off eggs and I still miss some because look at the size of those two worms. (Fellow gardeners around here have told me its a bad year for them.)
The quote on the letter board is for me this month. Some of my siblings and I decided it would be a good idea to challenge each other to a six day/week exercise challenge over four weeks. Nothing gets me moving like some healthy competition. I’ve been signing up for some virtual yoga classes and walking and it’s definitely made a huge difference in my mood.
Reading: I finished Ask Again, Yes by Mary Beth Keane last week and absolutely loved it. It was sad and messy and hopeful and sweet and I just found it really heartwarming. Now I’m reading Euphoria by Lily King. Next up is a thriller I ordered from my BOTM subscription. (disclosure: if you sign up for a subscription from this link I get a free book credit.)
Knitting: I’m finally on the toe of my second Evergreen sock but I just can’t make myself finish. I will, of course, but in the mean time I wound up the yarn for the scarf I’m doing next and have started on that. Everything I work on now is 100% Christmas.
Watching: Weeds. Which is VERY graphic but also very good. I feel like it starts of like a mostly dark comedy and then becomes just mostly dark. I need some good recommendations. Historical romances, rom-coms, dark and twisty psychological thrillers are all fair game. I watched Sleeping with the Enemy because I remember being so freaked out when I was younger. And yeah. Still get the heebs.
Making: Plans for the dining room to school room conversion. We’re going to drill a hole in one of the stored table leaves (it has three which we will NEVER use all of) for cords, set up computers and desk lamps. I’m moving a IKEA storage thing from my office down there for extra paper, their binders, etc. They each have a desk in their room which they’ll also be able to use when they need quiet, but I wanted a central place for the majority of the work. Send prayers and good wishes. We need them all.
Salsa. It’s good – as all fresh from the garden salsas would be – but I need to play with it some because it’s not great.
Lists of projects to tackle. I’ve been exhausted this whole summer, which I chalked up to covid-19 stress (of course). But at my yearly physical, we found that some of my hormones are a little wonky. On the plus side, I have a reason that I can address faster than just coronavirus stress (don’t get me started). On the-not-plus side, I have lists of medically mandated self-care and a follow up in three months. Self care being more the fruits and vegetables and fewer M&Ms/going to bed on time/daily exercise kind and less the ice cream Netflix bingeing kind, I’m kinda of grumbly about it. But bubble baths (especially warm ones at night with epsom salt) are on the list so YAY!!!
So that’s me this week! How are all of you doing? What are you reading, watching, making, or some other -ing, are you up to? Hope you’re all staying healthy and safe!!
A few weeks back, Kelle Hampton posted this craft on her instagram stories. You can find the animal portraits here. We made use of the many supplies we had lying around the house as well as a recently gifted craft supply suitcase to make ours.
After talking about the stubbornness of joy, I hit a patch where I needed to use all my energy in the seeking of it (or in the creating of it). We’ve had a rough couple of weeks and as the start of school looms closer, I expect we’ll have even more bumps. When my kids tell me it sucks and they hate it, I can only offer commiseration and a shrug, “It does suck. I hate it too. But we can get through it. We will get through it.”
I have two middle schoolers. We made the decision to enroll them in an all virtual option. As of right now, I’m the only one I know who has made that choice. I worry I made the wrong one. But without a right one, how can there be a wrong one?
I could write 100,000 words about the swirling dervish of worries that eat up my day, but no one is here for that. Let’s talk things.
My neighbors have been getting visitors from a little buck. I can never get a good picture of him, but I try.
Jesse drove me over that bridge when we were dating and I still have nightmares about it. (This is not an exaggeration) It’s closed now but it used to have these wooden planks that you had to keep your tires on and it was just…not a fun bridge for someone who has a fear of bridges. If past lives are real, I most certainly died on a bridge because I HATE them.
The garden still brings me great joy. We have so many tomatoes and the broccoli is just beginning to get florets and I’m hoping I can keep the worms from them. I squashed 14 and eight eggs (I like to keep count) during my morning visit yesterday. The second squash attempt has managed to avoid vine borer but is getting powdery mildew. I hope I can keep it at bay enough to get some squash. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong with my fava beans but I’m getting absolutely no beans at all. I try not to be cranky when things don’t turn out. It’s my first year; I’m learning.
Watching: We watched Jurassic Park (the original one) last Friday and I watched Contagion one evening which sounds like a terrible idea but wasn’t. I’m a couple of episodes into Hollywood. I love the intro and Jim Parsons. His character is so horrid and he plays him so well.
Knitting: I have about twenty rows left before I’m on the toe of the same socks I’ve been working on forever. I don’t feel like knitting lately.
Making: an effort to do something besides stare at screens. I purchased a state park sticker and we’ve been going around to semi-local state parks and hiking.
My sourdough starter is hanging out in the back of the fridge. At this point I think I’m just waiting to see what happens to a sourdough starter that is neglected beyond all recognition.
I tried to grow butterflies from swallowtail caterpillars I found on my dill and parsley. I got them a home, but they pooped all over it and after cleaning it out a few times I decided that was stupid so I just added extra parsley and dill to their salad bar but now they are gone. I see no signs of chrysalis anywhere so I think birds got them.
So that’s me. How are you hanging in there? What are you -ing?