A Deep Breath (#10)

Second round of tomatoes. I have been popping the grape ones like popcorn, all week long. With the larger one, I have made a few tomato and cucumber salads. And the ugly ones I sauteed with onions and garlic, a dash salt, some olive oil, then mixed it with toasted Panko crumbs, sprinkled with Parmesan cheese, and stuffed it all into portobello mushrooms. Delicious.

While I am expecting a decent tomato harvest for the next few weeks, I am not hopeful for much else. Mostly because I failed to plant anything else. Except for pole beans and Brussels sprouts. But the former are young, and the later won't be ready until October, if they show up at all. No cucumbers this year. Which means no pickles. Such a shame. However, that's the price of not planning more carefully. 

(It has been several years since I made all those pickles: boy do I miss them!)     

On Dreaming (#16)

Last Sunday was the start of my vacation in Myrtle Beach. After spending the day on the beach, including time in the surf, and the night eating an extensive meal, I decided to skip my blog post. Part of me now regrets the decision. Yes, letting go of my weekly goal made my eight-thirty bedtime possible, something I needed after the twelve-hour drive from the day before. However, some times, doing something important, even when your exhausted, can be rewarding. It can strengthen your connection to that particular goal, and reinforce future commitment. 

And some times failure can be inspiring. It can help you to refocus. Remind you of what you are seeking to accomplish. More importantly, it can give you a writing prompt from which to launch a new post. 

I am not above cheap tricks to move things along.

Such as resorting to a post about dreams in order to get back on track.

Sorry.

On Dreaming (#15)

Three loads of laundry need folding, but I am putting them off in order to blog. The image below is a section of my garden. Those leafy plants are Brussels sprouts. Yes, the space is overcrowded. However, I am experimenting. Just behind them, barely visible, are tendrils from pole bean plants. For two weeks I have been putting off installing a support system--I could not settle on a design. What you see is a dirty compromise. It is ugly, but it will work. The idea came to me Saturday, after a nap. Ran out under the hot afternoon sun, and put them together. This part of my garden is a metaphor for parts of my life. 

Only time will tell if any of these efforts bear fruit.