I love garden broccoli, so I always plant it, despite the puniness of the heads I usually get. This year, my broc surprised me!
Sam hates broccoli, but loves chopping things, so he got to harvest the pretty head. I ate the whole thing raw, with our nori-wrapped hotdog lunch.
Mmmmm…
Yes, I know I’m wierd, thank you very much.
Is pulled pork, avocado, diced tomato, aoili and garden lettuce wrapped in a nicely warmed pita. Eaten in the cool evening breeze along with broccoli snapped right off the plant.
Wash it down with a tall cold glass of lemonade, but don’t bother to wipe the rich meaty juice as it flows all over your fingers.
Lap it up, savor every last lick, every tiny fold of luscious skin.
Heaven, pure devilish heaven.
Sam and I built a trellis-hope the bamboo holds up to the weight of all those tomatoes! I was laying in the hammock when he went to pick some ‘lemon leaf’(sorrel) and it was such a pretty view with all the herbs in bloom, so I snapped a few shots… But I forgot my son’s penchant for bizarre photo face.
Wish I had a cloche for me.
The Tilth organic plant sale brings Seattle gardeners crawling out from under their various and sundry rocks of life en masse.
They’re quite cheerful about standing in lines that would make even a dedicated concert-goer faint. Luckily, I had Josh with me, with his brilliant social skills(flirting comes so naturally to the boy that he hardly even knows he’s doing it anymore-until he gets bit!), warm cuddles and good conversation. Definately made jockeying for the best tomatoes and queuing up with all the matrons, court officials and hobbyists MUCH more fun.
Don’t get me wrong, though. I adore Tilth! Their garden is delicious, the variety of tomatoes alone makes me drool and it’s a gorgeous event. I’d not miss it for the world.
I brought home some beautiful new babies for myself and ‘maters for several friends.
Now if it would just BE spring already!
Ah… Planting.
…prancing?
Been dancing my butt off this weekend. Circus Contraption’s Pajama Party was tons of fun, the lot of us rocked it out to the crazy funky swing tunes of CC amidst blizzards of feathers from the pillow-fight busted pillows.
The performances rocked too. Sheri’s Bloody Mary skeered the pajama bottoms off of us and the girlieskissingpillows routine was adorable and hilarious.
Good fun.
Had the chitlins this morning, so I bustled them off to Gypsy Nation and tore up the floor family style. Twas an excellent way to kickstart my lazy sunday and it must have done the trick, ’cause tired as I was from dancing into the wee hours the night before, I had no problem shakin’ my booty some more and then going home and hoeing, raking an’ composting the garden.
Whoohoo! Garden. May is nigh upon us. I’m all giddy with earthy, green, growing vibrations.
Now, I’m tired. And happy.
Aaaaah… Teatime.
Sam and I had a gorgeous sunny day breaking sod today. I was thrilled and proud to discover that he’s old enough to really dig in and make a difference-the boy turned over a whole row on his own!
There are few things that satisfy my soul like gardening. There’s just something so primal and fundamentally GOOD about digging in the dirt, burying seeds, growing food…
It makes me happy.
Letter mat houses make Sam happy.
Look familiar?
When I was researching amaranth for my last post I was captivated by the gorgious heirloom veggie pictures on the Kokopelli Seed Foundation site.
So beautiful. Their message and mission is too.
‘Kokopelli Seed Foundation believes that the only way towards world food security is free access to open-pollinated seeds and revival of sustainable organic agriculture. What is the future of a civilization which is destroying the seeds and the soil?’
Their mission is ‘really to create a “community supported seed fund” to provide poor farmers in poor countries with the seeds they need for their gardens or small farms.’
It’s a pretty awesome organisation. You can donate seeds, or cash to buy seeds with.
Go.
Grow.
Give.