It's a curious time of year in the garden.
It's the waiting time.
Wait for the tomatoes, wait for the green beans, wait for the peaches, wait for the apples.
And at the same time, I am pulling up or trimming back flowers that have done their thing for the year. Falling down Hollyhocks got hacked, Scraggly California Poppies pulled up, and a Feverfew plant that decided it was just plain exhausted, decided to up and die. They have all gone to the green waste container.
I worked on another felted bag because I'm obsessed.
Here it is before:
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And here it is after felting:
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It is made of gray alpaca on the bottom and Paton's Soy Wool Stripes on the top. I can't decide if I like it or not.
I'm giving it time to grow on me as it dries under the fruitless pear tree.
While that is going on the the back yard.... (Evaporation is one of my very most favoritest laws of nature).... I have decided that the refrigerator is in such a state of disarray that the only remedy is total evacuation. This will involve cooking up some of the oddments in there and moving them through the food chain. A bundle of rhubarb is first on the list. No, I'm not making a pie. I just want sauce. I have a suspicion that rhubarb is brain food. I could use a little kick start in that department. I'm pretty sure the heat has addled my poor overworked gray matter.
And then there's the matter of the leftover vegetable lo mein in its little paper boxes. I have plans for that stuff that involves other orphan foodstuffs in the dark recesses of my fridge. You know.... take all the little bowls of leftovers and make one big bowl of them. [The secret is to add caramelized onion to the concoction. It makes everything get along. My version of leftover detente.]
I am doing all this domestic activity to keep my mind of my summer ennui.
I'm not at my best this time of year. I could easily hibernate and only come out then the high temperatures are in the low 70's.
My Celtic blood can't handle this California hot house situation. I'm one of those annoying people who will ask you if you want to go for a walk, even though it is raining or snowing.
Alright.
No more fooling around.
There's food to mingle.