I’ve been a lousy blogger this year. Not sure why. My gardening is practically an afterthought, and my focus has several tangents, and I just haven’t felt like writing. The queues have slowed, which means my work day is broken up more, I’m working more evenings, and at loose ends at times during the day…and I’m finding different ways to fill that space. Applying for a job or two (and getting zero nibbles back). Catching up financially from Les’s trip to Cali. Showering love on the cats, while wishing for a dog. House dreaming. I need a new phone. The aphids are eating the spearmint. I’d love a decent camera…my phone doesn’t capture the amazingness of the mountains here well enough. Mind’s bouncing a little, as you can see…
I started the Whole 30, my first real time doing it. Dropped my first post on that over at Melanie’s Gym. It means more time in the kitchen, more organization, and interestingly, more time cleaning, which for now I’m OK with…and that’s telling, because when I’m in a sugar brain fog, the dishes will pile up, and I have a very easygoing husband who doesn’t mind it, but after a couple days, it makes me nutty. Having stuff cleaner around here is nice. Yes, I know, he could clean too….problem is, we’re both hedonists. But I’m a Virgo, so I do everything.
Image from smitten kitchen.
Lamenting that I’ve started this right as blueberry season hits here in WNC. While we still have some frozen beauties from last year, I look forward to buying more once they start showing at the local tailgate markets, and it has me itching to start trying out GF recipes…which I’m not supposed to do until I’ve at least reached the end of the Whole 30. I understand the reasoning, and will follow it, but it’s another exercise in patience. Show me a skinny chef, and I’ll show you a person with awesome genetics…..because I love food, and unfortunately, it will always show until I change my habits…which I’m doing and it feels phenomenal.
Plants this year are mostly seedlings from the local markets: arnica, comfrey, spearmint, peppermint, marshmallow, aloe, echinacea. I started catnip, basil, and more echinacea that will go into their own pots finally this weekend, and I’ll clean and reorganize that front area…it’s getting cobwebby and overflowing with crap. I need to suck it up and admit that some of the soil has to go, and some planters recycled. There’s too much out there and eventually the property management company will get grouchy, plus I’d love to be able to sit out there and not have it feel so cluttered. We procured a foldable porch table from my sister when we hopped down to Charlotte a couple of weeks ago, and it’s perfect for our needs. Makes me ache for sweet tea, but I’ll settle for unsweet with a little citrus squeezed in, sitting out there while my niece catches fireflies when they come up for July 4th next week. Hopefully anyway…..her parents are assholes and may not let her come.
The mountains are greengreengreen and teeming with life. It’s been an early and warm summer here, but when you’re used to 90° and 100% humidity, and instead you’re given 85° at 34% humidity, it’s a lovely lesson in perspective. To walk outside and not be greeted by the solid wall of heat is something I still can’t take for granted; it makes me grin and sigh and walk slower to drink it all in through my pores. Luckily, Les loves it here too, and when we finally are able to look for a house, I think we’ll focus around Asheville still, because the local food sitch is just too good to move far from, and it’s plain beautiful here.