The cicada’s are back, the weather is typical for this time of year: hot and humid and The Professor and I have enjoyed quite a bit of time outdoors in our garden. We have already planted second crops of some veggies and we had a successful first harvest of honey from our bee hives – which I will share later this week. And in case you didn’t know, The Professor has a brand spanking new job at a new university: Indiana University – Purdue University Indianapolis aka IUPUI; it’s been a really good summer.
A few weeks ago our oven bit the dust and not that there’s ever a ‘good’ time to replace a major appliance, but this was particularly painful as we’ve planned to install a much needed fence. I polled Facebook friends to get recommendations on brands they loved and/or didn’t love – and then we went shopping. Ooof!
Seven months. Seven months of flannel sheets. It was the ‘winter-that-wouldn’t-die’ and for seven very long months, The Professor and I wrapped ourselves in those flannel sheets while dreaming of white sandy beaches where they serve sweet fruity drinks with umbrellas in tall, chilled glasses. But today . . . off with the flannel and on to the Egyptian Cotton, baby.
The Professor and I are back from Italy – and what a trip it was! And though the locals kept apologizing for the weather, we found the mid-70s temperatures perfect – even the occasional day of rain wasn’t enough to dampen our spirits – we were in Italy!
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Musical pairing – Draw the Line by David Gray
It seemed like a good idea at the time. My first foray into gardening was embraced with both enthusiasm and determination – everyone knows that one must first scope out the space, then plot and mark the area, shovel, rake, hoe and amend the soil with compost and know, without a doubt, that you’ll be pulling weeds for the season.
How does our garden grow?
While we were sleeping . . . the rhododendrons pop open as the bees play hide and seek in her blooms
While we were sleeping
The daffodils arrived and,
the peach tree bloomed.
The crab apple tree woke from her slumber
and our forsythia bush now stands guard at the corner of the yard.
While we were sleeping
The tulips point their sweet faces toward the sun,
the pear tree blossomed,
the hyacinth is perfuming the air,
And the redbud tree says ‘hello’ in shocking pink.
While we were sleeping, Mother Nature has come again this Spring!
What bloomed while you slept?
Thanks for stopping by – have a wonderful Sunday!
We’re not quite sure, but we think those little light green blobs to the right of your screen are baby tree frogs . . . but don’t let their size fool you; even fully grown, they’re quite small compared to the bull frogs we get in our pond . . . however . . .
The Professor and I both enjoy gardening; we not only grow vegetables and have several pots of herbs, tomatoes, and a variety of lettuces and kale, we also have fruit trees, a small strawberry patch and raspberry bushes.
Musical pairing – Happy by Secrets In Stereo
Much needed rain is headed our way this weekend but I wanted to share a few of the pictures The Professor snapped as he walked around our gardens this evening. I’m thrilled we are documenting the process this year as it causes me to pause for a moment and just be.
Sometimes in the craziness of everyday life, it’s difficult to clear our minds and become aware of the living nature that continues to move forward with the subtle rhythm of the earth – even while we’re not watching.
Take a look outside, what do you see? Breathe.
I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.
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Musical pairing – Waitin’ on a Sunny Day by Bruce Springsteen
This is the time of year when I get antsy to get outside and dig in the dirt – and it’s been a particularly llllooonnngggg winter; in fact, I’d dare say it’s been quite the winter for lots of folks. But when I see my West Coast and Southern food bloggers waxing poetic about their strawberry shortcakes with Chantilly cream, fava bean salads, spring risottos with asparagus or rhubarb cakes, I must admit I get a wee bit jealous and begin plotting my exodus from the cold Midwest . . . and if my mother-in-law is reading this . . . I’m kidding . . . sort of . . .