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How about that? Mars and us.
Daily Archives: August 8, 2012
The Harvest Season Underway
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Cool. Rainy. Clouds. Ahhh.
My whole Minnesota self sighed today as the clouds rolled in, a bit of chill rain hit the windshield and the temperature hovered around 70 and below. This is curl up with a book or hit the computer or nap or just enjoy the evidence of the sun slowly giving up to night. Me. I plan to do them all.
Each aspect of the gardening season has its pleasures, but this one, preparing food for the long fallow time has many.
Kate came downstairs this morning and showed me a container full of dried garlic slices. They look like tiny potato chips, but pack a heavy garlic punch. I ate one, so I know. We also pulled all the pears off the tree (well, ok, there were 5.), brought them inside and put them in the fridge. Turns out, according to our drying book, that pears ripen better off the tree. Keeping them in the fridge holds back the ripening and we’re doing that so we can dry them with the apples which don’t come to maturity until September or so.
Intiba, Radix, Lactis Coacti, Ova
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Spent yesterday with my nose in the Metamorphoses. I’ve not been doing Latin every day, rather only when I can devote sufficient time to it, like 3-4 hours. Yesterday I put in 6. It’s not the best way. Each time I have to crank up my Latin engine, which often acts like one of those old cars with the hand starter. Better to keep the engine running by daily exercise.
Still, I made progress. Even had Latin nouns circling in my mind before I went to sleep: intiba, radix, lactis coacti, ova. That’s endive, radish, cheese (coagulated milk) and eggs.
Today Mark and I will make one attempt for his driver’s license. By we I mean I’ll drive him over there and then sit as he waits in line. For hours. I hope he gets it though since it would allow him to rent cars in Saudi Arabia, be generally more free.
I sliced garlic and gathered rosemary last night, both for drying. We bought a dryer several years back and each fall we process things. First time for garlic, though Kate has done a number of herbs in the past. I hope to dry apple this year.
Mark has a bank account, new passport and the material he needs for his visa. The driver’s license is the main thing he wants now. He leaves Friday for Lansing, Michigan to visit our cousin Kristen, then on to Detroit to visit Leisa and her husband, Bob. She’s in a nursing home recovering from a devastating stroke.