Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Can You Post Tomato Pictures to a Knitting Blog?



That was R's question, and the answer of course, is: why yes, you can. I've been doing it all season, as you know. This is the first full-size tomato from my garden, and it was spectacular. Each slice was glowing yellow inside and amazingly sweet, and there were very few seeds.



So then D#1 wanted me to take a picture of her lunch.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rain Delay

I've reached the point in the summer when fall begins to loom (and may I say this seems much earlier than usual); I have not yet had an anxiety dream about school but I am certainly fretting about school-related tasks and all the organizational paperwork involved in sending my children to their respective institutions of learning. Why on earth is this happening in July, I'd like to know. Maybe it's because this past school year finished up in such a stomach-clenching way. In any case, I don't feel refreshed (I hope that's really 'I don't feel refreshed YET') and I am not (yet) feeling any sort of pleased anticipation about the school year to come... and I've been thinking more and more about what I might do with my life if I get to the point (which certainly felt near this spring) where the overall weight of Parents-and-their-issues cancels out what I love most about teaching. I've had other jobs, and I have even had another set of jobs that felt like a career at the time, but I'm not going back to any of those -- but that's all for another day, I think. I think. Listening in on the job hunts of those close to me always makes me wonder, and this summer I feel I have more reason to consider the possibilities.

Okay. On to the next thing.

I had a good Tour de Fleece; I think my spinning has really improved with all of this practice, and I have loved watching the transition from roving to yarn. Ahead: the challenge of plying (although the books I've inspected don't make it sound hard-what am I missing?). D#1 and I were at her swim meet when the actual Tour finished on the Champs Elysees this morning but we are home to watch the extended coverage/replay this evening. R and D#2 watched it live and, as a result, I have heard a great deal about how my youngest loves the Eiffel Tower. (Maybe we'll go to France for our sabbatical adventure in 2009-10? See, there's a reason to keep my job at least through 2010 ...)

The cherry tomatoes are now ripening in small handfuls but everything else remains resolutely green. The heirloom tomato plant does have some healthy-looking fruit on it, by the way. Since I pulled off all those nasty ones, I've only had to pick one more with the same discolorations.

Baseball news has been grim -- the Red Sox appear to be imploding in a catastrophe of incompetent middle relief, poor hitting, and the annual Manny-must-go mania. As I said to a very gracious and tactful Yankees fan this evening, the best I can hope for is that they'll be rained out this evening.

There has been knitting, but nothing significant to report at this point. I'm hoping to get at least one of the projects currently OTN done by Friday.

Time to go make some lists. And may I just say, I'm sick of all the rain? The tarp is coming off the field now, though. Play ball!

Monday, July 21, 2008

Easily Amused


While there is plenty of garden loveliness going on (see above), there is also this:

These fellows came off the heirloom tomato plant, which also boasts this:


To say that I am alarmed would be an understatement. Is this "heirloom tomato blight"? Did I not care for the baby tomatoes properly? Are all of them going to develop those nasty brown blotches? Should I try to move that container away from the others in my burgeoning tomato forest? ETA: it has been suggested to me that I am a moron and that this is how heirloom tomatoes ripen. I really don't think so, especially after fishing one out of the compost and prodding the brown place, though I will be the first to stand up and declare myself a gardening dunce if it turns out to be so.

On the other hand, there are blotches of color that are GOOD. To wit, the Spunky Eclectic roving in "Leaf Peep". Who would ever have believed it would spin up like this?




Have I said how happy I am with the new spindle? It is also shown, below, with the cobalt blue that came with it -- astonishingly spun up in a stage and a half of the actual Tour, as part of the challenge for the fibery Tour. If I haven't said, I found this spindle on eBay, and Annie May has been unbelievably great!




And for just a little more amusement, here we are again at the kitty tunnel.

In photo 1, protruding from one opening in the tunnel, Sirius's hind leg.


photo 2, via the other opening in the tunnel, Sirius washing a front paw.


photo 3. No, this is a different black cat. Dobby meandered by, saw Sirius inside, and went in headfirst through the top opening (where Sirius' head is/was).



Much thumping and wrestling ensued.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Vegetables galore

In recent days we have had an embarrassment of riches in the produce department. D#2's garden has yielded many bowlsful of lettuce (red leaf, green leaf, and romaine), my cherry tomatoes have begun to ripen (one or two at a time, oddly enough), and neighbors have begun to bestow heads of bok choy and bunches of beets upon us. I think the rest of my tomato plants and D#2's pepper plant plan to wait until we go on vacation to yield their harvest.

Two nights ago we roasted a pan of peeled and halved beets in a little olive oil and sea salt, while at the same time (but not in the same room) grilling quartered cabbage in foil (with BUTTER) on the little Weber grill alongside the chicken sausages. This was delicious --and it may have been the butter, but my cabbage-hating spouse said that this is now the way he will consume cabbage (the ONLY way, he said, but who needs to split hairs?). The only hazard of beets is --well.

As a couple, R and I are not very adept with the big technological accoutrements of suburbia and hence have been slow to enter the grilling age. We finally decided that a little charcoal grill wouldn't actually get us drummed out of the neighborhood, and it has been a lot of fun to use. Of course, we are experiencing gender reversal here; I am the one using it, so it has not actually made less cooking for me. On the other hand, it is small enough to be manageable, useful for our little family, and easy to clean, and I am fooling myself that the little lighter cubes I found at Whole Foods are less poisonous than the lighter fluid I remember sloshing recklessly onto coals in the past.

In addition, I looked around online for bok choy recipes and chose to make moo goo gai pan -- another unexpected hit with my spouse and elder daughter-- and am still looking around for new-ish ways to use the summer squash and zucchini we got at the same time. Like many teachers, we do consciously try to change the way we eat in the summer, given all the rushing around and frenzy (and frozen/cafeteria/convenience foods) of the school year, but it's unusual to find my family actually asking to eat vegetables. Usually they'll endure the veggies I foist on them and I'll know they're just waiting patiently for the fruit to appear (D#1, in particular, is a huge fan of stone fruits), but this year has been different.

Today is a rest day for the Tour, so I am going to take a break from spinning and work on a couple of actual knitting projects instead. I do have to leave the house to go to a meeting up at school, and D#2 gets to change her earrings for the first time today (which means a trip to Claire's, that den of all things pink and sparkly), and we'll go into town to meet up with some of D#1's friends for a pool playdate ... I don't know why I persist in thinking of summer as relaxing.

Oh yes, D#1 has put purple streaks in her hair.

Monday, July 14, 2008

At the All-Star Break

Happy Bastille Day! To celebrate that holiday and the fact that the Red Sox are back in first place in the AL East at the All-Star break (those Tampa Bay Rays surely tempted fate with their newspaper coverage full of hubris) , here's a hoodie sleeve ....













and some fleurs in progress:














an attempt to take a picture of D#2's soap bubbles floating up into the sky














My cherry tomato plant (ate the first fruit from this plant yesterday! yum)

my heirloom tomato plant



















and some photos taken by D#1 this past Saturday on the Cape ... hey, how did that other tomato picture sneak in there? Sometimes I don't understand Blogger at all.

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Today's Tour stage was very exciting -- and as a result I have nearly finished off one of the giant balls of roving that came with my spindle, so that's a great indication of progress. I wish I could see more consistency in the 'finished' product. It goes from thinner than laceweight to thicker than worsted weight in a matter of a few feet of spun fiber, and I know that's not good. When Minds Eye reopens after vacation maybe I'll be able to get in there for a tune up lesson before I start on the fancy roving waiting in the wings. I am enjoying learning, even if I am slow to progress.

R has taken D#1 off to have yet another tooth pulled (I know she is genetically pre-determined to be slow about losing her teeth, but boy is she squeamish about getting them out on her own) and I'm home with D#2 for the nonce. That young lady came home from summer school in a very happy mood, ate her lunch, and then bounced up from her seat declaring, "now it's bubble time!"

Recent reading:

Donna Leon, The Girl of His Dreams
Ken Follett, World Without End
Richard Russo, Bridge of Sighs

next up -- Vanity Fair (although now I'm thinking I should have sprung for a large print version! Ah, the indignity), and the still vexing question of whether I should pre-order Breaking Dawn or wait & try to buy it at an independent bookstore in VT later in August...

R's surgery is set for this Thursday. He's very nonchalant about the whole thing. I do hope it will be as easy as he anticipates. Fortunately my parents will take the girls up to Maine for the long-anticipated visit to my aunt & uncle's (flee, lobsters, flee!), so we don't have to disappoint them by keeping them home.

And yes, I have been looking at Petfinder. Why do you ask?