82 bar falls 29.66 1mph E dew-point 73 sunrise 5:55 sunset 8:43 Summer
Waning Crescent of the Thunder Moon
Dead headed the lilium today, their bloom period is almost past. Buddhists say flowers get their beauty from their transience. Makes sense. The flower symphony I outlined a few posts ago honors this notion, seeing the transience as beautiful. The hemerocallis, or day lilies have begun to come into their own, vigorous and bountiful. Their multi-colored, short-lived flowers will grace our garden for some time.
The acorn squash plant that had designs on much of the area in its not so immediate surround had to give up some of its space today. While cutting back the vine, I harvested squash blossoms for soup or salad. This vine has small prickles on it, stay away signals.
Kate harvested four of the Cherokee Purple tomatoes yesterday. They are huge. They taste sweet, a subtle flavor with undertones. One slice covered the bottom of the salad plate on which I put it. The heirlooms have a different feel, a different texture on the palette. Sort of like eating history. I imagine pioneers or turn of the century farmers plucking these giants and serving them up just as I did, slice after slice with a little salt and pepper, no need for garnish.
The corn, some of it, has tassles. With tassles, ears of corn are not far behind. This is Country Gentelmen, a shoe peg white corn with irregular kernels. The beans planted in the space between their rows flourish, too, as do the second planting of beets in the bed now vacated by the garlic. Today, too, I plan to dig up all the onions and put them on a large screen to dry, then bag. There are a lot of onions.
