Who knows how many times I’ve used that title. Lyrics from the song Woodstock you know. And here I have, passed my blogoversary and not noted it. Three years. Who’d a thunk it?
It has been so hot and hard to get any real work done. We’ve even been trying to eat top of the stove stuff. Pasta. Steamed potatoes. Pressured beans. And uncooked stuff. Slaw. Cukes and summer squash. Melons.
We finally made it to the garden en famile yesterday to water stuff and pick some. It is not only hot but very dry right now. We had one dry period, then nice nice rains in July, and now dry as toast again. Our biggest failure has been beans. They’ve mostly been eaten by deer and now the ones that were nice in the corn are very dry. But we have terrific potatoes and look to have plenty of hard corn.
tomatoes to dry
Originally uploaded by Contrary Goddess.
sweet corn to parch
Originally uploaded by Contrary Goddess. Yesterday I also broke down and baked some bread, the heat notwithstanding. Since the oven was going to be on, I looked around to see what else we could bake. I was also making butter and buttermilk and ice cream and cheese and sour cream and yogurt and was just a tiny bit pushed so I ruled out biscuits or pies as too labor intensive for me to handle. So, seeing that I had plenty of butter, I asked daughter to make cookies! What a treat! Soon the grapes will be ripe and we’ll go into another jam making fit. And I am amazed at how it isn’t much at a time sometimes and yet a whole accumulation that puts food by. And I am struck at what a universal constant that “not much at a time” thing is. I think it is sort of the turtle thing in the story of the turtle and the hare.
As I post this there is a thunderstorm. Hooray. We need a hurricane.