“Let’s jump over this huge river,” I said to Ming. It was a tiny creek at this property we’re staying at, in Arizona. “Needs some mint, planted on the bank. That’s what I would do–plant mint, here. That’s the kind of prank I like.” I decided–I’m not a prankster. But if I was going to… Read More »
I love pesto Lammas is a harvest holiday, for wheat, but we don’t grow wheat. Ming harvested for me the bumper crop of basil, some parsley, and a few kale leaves. I used pecans, a clove of garlic, olive oil, salt, those three veg, and water to make very delicious pesto in the blender. Wow,… Read More »
I used to think there was one type of physical pain. It hurts–who needs to know more than that. Lately I got an eye corner infection, and to make a long story short, I have a slice of fresh garlic medical taped to my eye corner as I write these words to you, dear reader… Read More »
Today we made a delivery of flowers to the halfway house nearby. It was something I’d thought up and planned out, collecting jars for the vases–a pasta sauce jar, an olive jar, and two little yogurt jars. It went very well. I kept a few flowers for myself. There’s a lily I think will bloom… Read More »
Someone special IDed my ghost flowers for me, so now we know a little more about them: Corydalis, maybe Corydalis linstowiana. Butterfly babies like to eat some Corydalis, and a common name is fumewort: fabulous. Also, they can grow in deep shade, which is what my specimens were doing, creekside at the BG, near some… Read More »