Another scrappy tank.
Bottom made from a table cloth with stain.
Heading for an onion skin dye bath.
I wasn't paying attention.
I felt bad.
Consistently getting good results with the sourdough.
It's been on the to do list forever, fixing the gate.
I think I am going to weave twine through the slates to hold it together better.
Pasta + garbanzo beans + veggies from Mom and Dad + veggies from my garden + veggies from a CSA.
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None of these are from today...today was not quite as planned.
Yesterday someone told me on the way home that my break lights were out, so that had to be taken care of.
I started reading Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood and spent over two hours pondering the beauty of well crafted sentences.
This weekend I spent some time looking back over the last 77 posts.
Thinking about enough.
Enough time.
Enough resources.
Letting things be good enough.
(After 7 or 8 dips this is blue enough)
Enough as in "all done".
(Hazel says "Enough, time to cuddle.")
What is enough to keep children safe? To keep each other safe?
So much depends on...
Enough.
It's a good day for something sort of blue.
A good week for bread salad (with blue cheese).
And a good year for pears.
Against a blue wall.
Today I had extra time in the garden.
So I cut down a tree.
It's been on the "to-do" list for awhile (too close to the house).
Too long really.
Years.
The lilac just needs a little trimming once it's done blooming.
They are more beautiful than they ever have been.
A random stream of (mostly) unedited thoughts...
I suppose that as a child I drew boats as much as houses. Children draw what they see and experience. What they dream about.
Are adults any different? I still like to draw boats. This is layer upon layer of doodling and painting, of filters that alter how the layers blend.
Play.
The playing is always the easy part; it's whether to share, or how to share, or why to share that is the hard question.
What is "good enough" to share and does that matter? (That's not a plea for reassurance by the way). It's a question I keep pondering and wondering about. Mostly humans are social. Sharing to feel a part of a community? Sharing to communicate?
Some questions always have slippery answers. Especially now, answers can be elusive, layered.
I like () because it is often the thought beneath the thought, another layer.
To share, or not to share, that is the question
("to be or not to be" Shakespeare).
Measured in yards but still the section most remote and wild on my lot.
On the to-do list if the weather allows:
Mom's tomatoes are on the right, mine on the left.
Note to self: start tomato seeds earlier and consider a heat pad.
I love going to the farmer's market. The colors, smells, textures. People watching. Everything about it.
When it is open, it's where I buy most of my food.
(The economics and ethics of this is a whole other post.)
I've missed the first two and will probably miss a few more. A month ago I decided one way that I could support at least one local farm was to purchase a CSA.
The first box arrived today.
Ingredients from the box: potatoes, mustard greens, pea sprouts, and sunflower shoots.
Other ingredients: smoked salmon, hazelnuts and a dressing made with homemade honey mustard, olive oil and cream.
There is always the garden.
More vegetable love.
The zucchini has sprouted, also a few pumpkins I planted.
Hopefully in a few weeks I'll be back to going to the farmer's market, but for now this is enough.
As is the flowers from the garden...
The background is part of a board with a collection of things I love. It includes me-made things, mom-made things, beeswax ornaments from the farmer's market, a print that a family friend made of the front of what was my grandparent's grocery store and something from Jude.
Love.
"How are you" has become an interesting question.
"Fine" doesn't seem right and yet fine is a wonderful thing.
"Good enough," I usually answer.
Mostly I am distracted. Not sure of what I want to say or why.
Maybe a daily assignment would help?
A daily photo. Because it is something that I can do. For one hundred and nineteen days, mid August.
Posted here because it's the platform that I like the best. Because everyone who has internet, has access.
There might not always be words, maybe not an image. I'm not quite sure where I am going with this, but mostly I think...exploring what is good enough?
From my journal, inspired by John Franzen via India Flint.
For shelter.
It's 32 F right now. The winds have been tapering off but have been between 14-47 MPH. The chicken's water is frozen this morning.
For food in the garden and on the plate.
Photos of food are best in natural light but that's not always possible so I've been playing with filters. I recommend not using red wine for risotto. It really isn't pretty. Luckily it can be covered up with yummy roasted vegetables.
For the skills to make things. The fabric that I made this string from is a scrap from the dress I just finished making.
For found treasures. I picked this up in a parking lot.
For a hot cup of tea and a fabulous book (really recommend this one).
And for everyone who comes by to visit.
It's another kind of neighborhood....