August It is no easier to escape August than January – late summer lassitude bows the asters, curls the sunflowers just as the blizzard quiets winter. My hammock is my sled hurtling with frogs in first fall of alder leaves, swinging over plums fried on the patio, watching the squirrel choose soft figs over peanuts. […]Read more "August"
PLANTS. PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS. Eric is probably getting sick of plants. I took over our kitchen table and a red Ikea shelf next to it with starts. This is the first year I’ve invested in seeds, and proper seed-starting soil, and trays. I have my own yard that gets sun. I began with a […]Read more "Starting the Garden"
The rain came last night. It will be here until June, maybe July. We’ve had such a dry summer in Portland. I’ve enjoyed the unusually long season of sun and heat, but it made me anxious. (Or maybe I’m always anxious and the odd weather gave me a thing on which to fasten it.) How […]Read more "Dried Yellow Tomatoes"