I caught this moment on my way out to the Farmer’s Market early Saturday morning–I just loved how the dew collected itself on the edges of the leaves. Here’s to hoping the neighborhood butternut squash thief leaves this batch alone!
I have this beautiful white bowl that a neighbor from home gave JGL and I for our wedding. It’s odd shaped and grooved, and during the winter it lives down in our basement. But when the first significant amount of tomatoes make their way into our kitchen, the bowl comes up and out and filled with the beautiful red fruit.
This time of year, though, when the tomatoes are becoming fewer, I love filling it with apples from the farmer’s market.
What our garden is producing may be slowing considerably, but I’m excited to see what the fall farmer’s market has to bring (when I’m actually here!).
Today was a great day. I woke up before the alarm went off, made it downtown to the farmer’s market and coffee with one of my colleagues, picked up clean supplies for under $5, and made it home to get started on housework and gardening all before 9:30 am.
Good day? GREAT day!
We were so fortunate today to get some additional helping hands in our good friend AG, and we were able to bust out some incredible weeding and staking today. The majority of the tomato plants in the back forty have multiple tomatoes on them (although I found quite a few with blossom blight–any helpful tips out there for that?), and while weeding out the acorn squash and cucumbers I found several incredibly over ripe cucumbers that have been hiding away from us. JGL also got a great surprised when we realized that the first batch of October Beans had successfully dried on the vine.
MR joined up later in the afternoon and we had quite the cooking lesson, tackling pork chops with a fresh peach chutney, a heirloom tomato salad, and saffron rice. I love showing others how to create healthy, delicious meals, and I was thrilled to pieces that MR was willing to (and wanted to) listen to me drone on for forty-five minutes about peach seconds, heirloom tomato flavor and where vinegar comes from. I think we might even get together again at some point to do more “lessons,” and I hope MR is as excited as I am to do that.
Good friends, good work, and good home grown food–can’t ask for much more than that for the Fourth of July!