We came home to a sink full of dishes, cats draped across the kitchen counters and no food in the refrigerator. Then we all slept in until 9:30 which is unheard of around here. I am so grateful to my garden. A quick walk outside gave me this:
I can work with that. In fact, it looks like we're entering into the season of over-abundance here, for which I am grateful. The next month will be a race to preserve as much as I can - summer squash & eggs frozen into baked goods, tomatoes canned in all sorts of ways. Breakfast was scrambled eggs with peppers and tomato. For lunch/dinner we'll have some sort of summer squash & veg dish over grains.
Heirloom "Indigo Apple"
This happened while we were away. I checked on her on the nest when we got home late last night and found 3 empty eggshells, which I disposed of. This morning the family was out and about.
The only "ugh" to this is that this morning every one of her 13 eggs were empty. I looked all over for the other chicks but I have no idea what happened. I think it's safe to blame raccoons, cats or a hawk. She's a great mom to these three little ones.
I had been avoiding an entire section of the garden to give her some peace, but today to clear my head I pulled about half of the onions to cure.
I had some help. When you read about raising turkeys, people will tell you how sociable they are. It's true. They're like dogs, curious, constantly in your business, constantly underfoot. "Turkeys! Get the hell out of my way!" is something that gets said a lot around here.
I'm in the bedroom writing this, little man is napping on the bed and husband is clearing his mind playing guitar in the next room. With my back leaning against the wall, the guitar resonates through the plaster and it feels like our home has a pulse. Which it does, more and more each day.