The last peach tree started to blush and we made a mad dash to strip it and bring the peaches in to finish ripening. ugh. Years ago I read an article about peach harvest/canning and how, for quite awhile after, the author couldn’t stand to even think of peaches (skins all over the kitchen and the sticky-sweet smell of hot peach syrup permeating the house). At the time I thought the author was crazy. After all, it’s PEACHES. Now? Now I understand. And omgosh.Gardens. This time of year is really precarious. Don’t fall down – but right now I’m sort of OVER the whole thing. The delights of Spring gave way to the lushness of Summer. Then …then. HOT. And the Japanese Beetles ate pretty much everything but my globe thistle and the dog. My gorgeous nectarines, always fragile, were destroyed by those vicious thugs.
Hot? HOT!. So I did nothing but stand at the kitchen window, watching the foxtail grass take over and try not to cry. Finally got out there a few days ago and ripped a path to the rest of the tomatoes. And found a nest of cucumbers! I must’ve been drugged-up on seeds – I don’t even like cucumbers, though I love the smell of cucumber, which I get more from borage than I do cucumber. Which is just another one of those inexplicable things. Remember, about a decade ago when everything smelled of cucumber? What happened to all that stuff? Lots of cucumber-melon now. Which is NOT the same thing. How did all that cucumber disappear?
Darlings! It’s been awhile since I just …rambled..hasn’t it? Well, I hope so because omg has my skittery little mind been on a ramble lately! So buckle up, buttercups, it’s probably going to be a wiggly ride!
Tomatoes. I am actually laughing at I write this because…well, so far? I have 40quarts of meat sauce and El O informed me that we have at least 3 batches of tomatoes left before the end of harvest. Now I know that, come December, I’mo be a happy hippo to have all that stuff just ready to pop in the pot (I freeze it in quart bags, which is perfect for two people) and spaghetti with meat sauce is my default dinner selection at least 2 (okay 3) nights a week in the Carby Winter. But right now, I am over tomatoes. O.VER. Funny Tomato Story: My poor neighbor got hosed this year – he planted what was labeled Brandywine…but ended up being Cherry. Now. Just stop and visualize this: 12 Cherry tomato plants. Fully fruited. He’s so disheartened – especially since his wife makes their ketchup and pasta sauce from those tomatoes. And he hates raw tomatoes.
This is the time of year when everyone carries produce to other people…and then they leave with produce from those people! if you have ever grown a zucchini plant you know: after the delight of the first couple of veg you’re desperate to give some of that away. Lots of little tables with “Free” signs….and boxes and boxes of tomatoes & zucchini. Every other garden I pass has row after row of glistening ruby orbs and the Long Green. In the coming weeks we’ll see tables full of squash. Let’s face it, nobody who isn’t feeding 10 kids needs 5 squash plants. But still they get planted…and then August comes.
Song Lyrics. I miss the olden days where, if you didn’t have actual sheet music with lyrics you had to mostly guess and hope for the best (ex-DH has a great story about harshing a friend’s fantasy re a Paul McCartney tune – the friend had created an entire Secret World about a mystical land called Moregetar. He was devastated to find out McCartney was saying “more guitar“) Well…now, with the Internets, all the mystery is decoded – and sometimes not for the better. Take the lovely tune “Just the Way You Look Tonight”. I have loved that tune ever since I watched Fred sing it in ‘Swing Time’ – then Sinatra and others…but I mostly was just enchanted by the whole Astaire/MGM thing. Fast forward to 2016, menopause and the Internet. Such a pretty tune about how warm her smile is and the softness of her cheeks (which cheeks? (wink, wink). Sailing along with the tune…The last couple of lines always glided past my ears but one day I decided to really pay attention
Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won’t you please arrange it?
‘Cause I love you…Just the way you look tonight.
Wth? ‘Never, ever change’? Like…um…she’s supposed to be in that dress and makeup Ever. Stankin’. Moment? You only love her the way she looks TONIGHT? What about when she gets up in the morning? Or is pregnant? Or… is processing tomatoes? (okay – maybe not with the tomatoes; I don’t recall Fred & Ginger doing more than shaking a martini) Or is 85? And why should SHE ‘arrange it’ – how ’bout YOU get up off your bony behind and make sure she has a full household staff, a room full of money and nothing else to do but sit around in those shoes and that gown all damn day. I got a mad-on for Jerome Kern & Dorothy Fields, figuring they were misogynists and Just Plain Evil, hatin’ on Ginger and wanting her to stay in makeup and uncomfortable shoes for the duration of her life (or at least the duration of that film). Then my meds kicked in and I remembered: It’s a freakin’ SONG! From 1936. And they probably just needed something to rhyme with ‘change’. And so I got over it and went back to blanching tomatoes. In my makeup and uncomfortable shoes because Lovely, right? I need to stop researching stuff.
Okay – y’all have been such good sports about reading through my ramblings – tell me what’s going on in your end-of-Summer lives (or, if you’re on the Other Side, your end-of-Winter lives). I’ll pull a couple of winners and send you some fun stuff from the Messy Armoire. I have lots of good stuff in there – new stuff I haven’t even sampled yet!
And the winners of the CREED Aventus for Her: Patty Pong & Nadine Barrick !!! Gmail your ol’ Evilauntieanita with your details and I’ll get it out to you.