The Mountain Thymes

My buried treasures are slowly being dug up.  I've uncovered about four pounds of Yukon Golds with about another pound of the reds.  Still have another 24 mounds of potatoes to unearth as the plants turn brown. Carrots ready for harvesting this week.  Chantenay Red Core produce a sweet stump-rooted carrot perfect for my rocky clay soil. The beginning of our tomatoes.  We need a good rain.  I'm watering but the roots need a soaking rain.  Green and yellow bush beans. View of the garden from the driveway. Now that the kale and spinach are finished, every couple of days I cut another bunch of Swiss chard, rinse the spiders and snails off the leaves, and bag the clean leaves for salads, fritattas, or quiches. Bags of Swiss chard and beet greens tucked into every space available.  Poor Cliff.  No room for desserts!  The other day I researched some recipes online that use bunches of greens so none of this will got to waste.  Spinach and kale can be frozen and use

Cliff and I packed the Kia at 8 AM with my table, hat rack, and tubs full of creations.  I drove to the market and he rode his Harley so he could help me set up then ride before the temperature became too uncomfortable.  Business was slow today.  I spent more than I made.  My lettuce is done growing and my poor beets are pitiful.  I bought a nice big bag of red leaf lettuce, two bunches of beets full of huge green leaves, fresh eggs, and new summer squash.  Guess which beets came from our garden............................. When I got home, I made my favorite beet, ginger, and coconut milk soup, cooked the remaining beets and washed the leaves for later meals.  Some of my new hats, adult and children sizes. I added a few new aprons, too. The heat set in early and the small number people that came by walked slowly and didn't have much interest in anything but the fresh produce and the English lady's pastries.  It's never too hot for her pastries.  The sta

I wake early, sometimes around 4:30 am, but listen to my relaxing music on Pandora so my mind doesn't think about all the things I could do if I got up at that time.  At 4:30 it's still too dark to go to the garden, plus I might come upon a nocturnal mountain creature wandering around the acreage.  It's that time of the morning when I drift into my dream state.  Wednesday morning I found myself seated at a rectangular table with seven other people.  It was time to announce the contest winner of the new 2016 Kia Sorento.  The winning number was 101 and I was handed an official letter congratulating me as the lucky winner of the 2016 Kia Sorento.  Nobody could tell me how or when I could claim my new car and the dream became bizarre, as most dreams do.  If I had known I was going to win a new Kia, we wouldn't have bought this one in May.

I haven't posted lately because I can't get my mind wrapped around anything worth posting.  My daughter-in-law, Carolyn, has been recovering from yet another kidney operation and even though the healing is going as expected, she has other complications that doctors are working to find the cause.  John and I talked for an hour-and-a-half last night.  I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to be facing such health issues in my late forties.  I'll blog again soon.