“Could be worse. It could be raining.”
You know what happens next, right? Boom, flash, downpour!
Well, it’s not raining here. But clearly, my statement last week that August has been gentle and lovely was the equivalent of throwing down the gauntlent. August would like it to be known that she is as fierce as ever, and she has the heat and humidity to prove it.
BUT, harsh mistress that she is, she is still beautiful. I think I’m allowed to say that. And at least the heat is making the garden progress a little faster.
So maybe the pumpkin will turn orange before winter . . .
Even if we all melt, we still have that beautiful light to enjoy. Especially in the morning.
These plums–I have no idea the variety, they are very tiny and tart–are destined for a batch of mead. We’ll juice them first and then add honey and yeast. Well, the hubster will do it, and I will watch.
This is the flower on a tomatillo plant. I’ve never grown them before–they’re really wonderful. I can’t wait to make Salsa Verde with the fruits!
And the fruits are the coolest things ever. Because you see those little green balloons? When the fruit first starts to form, it is teeny tiny and the little balloon is basically empty. It’s like a little bubble of shade for the baby fruit. And you know the Tomatillo is ready when it fills up the balloon. It is the coolest thing ever. And they are big, attractive plants.
And finally, can you believe that color combo? It’s a happy accident–I scattered some Calendula seeds under the Rosa rugosa, and one of them is this incredible orange color, with the magenta roses behind it. One of my favorite combinations. I want a room in these colors one of these days. Or maybe an outfit to wear. Or both.
This weekend I need to make pickles, and do something with three grocery bags full of chard and two bags of green beans. But I can do it, because I am a Badass Homemaker.