At first I thought I was imagining things as he scurried across my kitchen floor. He was t.i.n.y.
I thought for sure I was going to squash him as I was trying to save him. Really. I had our big overstuffed chair balancing on 1 leg as I was trying to lure him out into the open. I just KNEW it was going to land on him. (ick)
I was hard not to keep him. Just for a little while. But I knew he'd be happier out by our fountain, frolicking in the fern fronds. Hope to see you again soon little buddy...outside.
Now, if you've been hanging out at the Burrow for a while, you know that I'm a huge supporter of good food. And responsible gardening. And all things local. And socially aware organizations. Among other things.
It's beautiful here today. The wind has died down. Sunshine has reclaimed the sky. Warm air has blown in from the south, and it's supposed to stay above freezing for at least the next week. Ah, February.
I've been in the garden today, spring cleaning. Reminding everyone that I am still the commanding officer, and I'll be taking roll call soon.
See, around here, days like this in February are what get me through until April. Around here, a gorgeous day in February means it's time to plant the peas.
Which is exactly what I did.
My outlook suddenly just got a whole lot brighter.
So, I'm coming to grips with the fact that I am in a rut. I'm sitting on the ocean, and there isn't a single ripple in the water. I have a serious creative block going on. I keep thinking about the next craft swap, and I-got-nuttin-honey! Well, I have one idea, but it just feels a bit generic. I mean, there are some seriously talented women in this swap. So, here I sit. Waiting for inspiration. Tick. Tock.
But, it will come. I'm going to try a few exercises that a friend suggested. I think what I really need is an assignment.
And, summer really is here.
This thunderstorm was rolling in...
as I was fixing THIS for dinner!
Cucumbers in the CSA this week. Raike started bouncing up and down singing, "pickles, pickles, pickles!" The kid loves homemade pickles. And then I stumbled upon THIS in my garden!
Okay, bad picture, but my first tomato! NOTHING says summer to me like a warm tomato. On June 26! That's a personal record for me. It beat my previous record of July 1, which around here is pretty darn early! Now granted, I did throw caution to the wind and set plants in early April.
I always put out the same tomatoes my grandfather did. Early Girl (todays present!), Better Boy, and Beefsteak. Tried and true. And then I experiment with another variety. This year it's Brandywine, although I've tried this one before and it just didn't perform for me. But other people rave about it, so I thought I'd give it another shot. We'll see how that goes.
My creative block has extended to the kitchen, but I'm trying my best to come up with new squash recipes. Because at this point, I am inundated with squash and if I don't vary it up, the kids are going to boycott. This is a papaya pear squash that I sliced on the horizontal, dipped in egg, and coated generously with thick grated parmesan, kosher salt, and pepper. Baked until quite golden brown and crispy, they were YUM!
But, making me feel better is the fact that my family had a contest tonight to see who could touch their toes most decisively, and I won! AND, I discovered that after all these years, I can still do the splits. HA!
So. I'm just going to sit in my little corner over here. Waiting for inspiration to stop by for a cup of tea. And maybe even a slice of cake.