After our walk, Wallace took a five-hour nap and the girls and I did everything we’d ever dreamed of doing, including making fudge pops from our friend Christine’s book Icy, Creamy, Healthy, Sweet — and learning about gall dwellers.
The kitchen is full of one garden project after another right now: calendula petals, cucumber pickles, sauerkraut, kimchi, pesto, flower arrangements, sun tea . . . and then just the regular three meals a day!
Yesterday I snuck in a few minutes of watercolor painting when I should have been making dinner . . . or at least helping to clean up!
Sunday was our much-anticipated family garlic harvest. (Believe it or not we were wearing sweatshirts and hats on Sunday night . . . Hard to believe in the heat we’re having now!) These little people help the harvest go so smoothly! We were able to pull, clean, and spread out over 200 heads in less than an hour. (And I didn’t do much more than take photos!) I write about garlic every year. The magic of growing this glorious plant just grows and grows, especially as I watch our children come to love this tradition as much as Jeffrey and I do. These beauties are the great-great grandchilren of the Meadowlark garlic Jeffrey and I planted the fall after we were married, 13 years ago.