Rainbows have hit a new level of glory in our home.
First we had the usual childhood awe, fascination, and adoration of them. Like you do.
Then June came round and for some unknown (to me) reason, this was the year in which much of corporate America felt free, finally, to celebrate Pride month. This added to the rainbow fandom in my house and lead to heartening conversations. When asked by a wee one why there were suddenly rainbows everywhere, I found the answer coming from my mouth before trying to find age-appropriate words: people have decided that rainbows are a way to celebrate love – and that love between any person and any other person is worth being happy about.
From the mouths of babes: then why aren’t there this many rainbows every day? I want to open a year round shop called, “Every Rainbow Every Day” because every love is ok every day.
And so in our house, we celebrate rainbows every day, in every way. Last night’s rainbow?
Yellow pear tomatoes, sun gold tomatoes, black cherry tomatoes, and pink Arkansas traveler tomatoes from the garden with a white onion and green cilantro.
A little thumb “pushed the white circle” to capture this for us.
I’m drained today. In that mix of needing to take me time and not having the oompf to do it. Silly mix. Stutter step. Gotcha catch.
The okra have been standing at attention, reaching their teenage growth spurt.
A few have over grown their britches.
They’ve begun to topple.
Weighed down by my neglect, they lean.
Then the pole beans reach up.
Pulling them down.
Tis the season…
We’ve long since lost track of the harvest. Pounds and pounds every few days. To snack, in curries, in tacos, to family, cabreses, to work, to friends, to the birds. Still they march on, and no one complains.
Guatemalan blue banana squash is new for me this year. It’s getting cozy with the volunteer sunflowers.
As one of the varieties of cow peas (with orange blossoms!) gets cozy with the volunteer amaranth.
Last week, this bean was cozy with the hose. After a week away on vacay, I’d say they’re more than cozy.
Tomorrow, I hope for uninterrupted TV time – a rarity in my home. (Go USA!) But I have plans for the long commercial break at half time…
We missed our turn here…
A friend is going to try to roast and grind the seeds to make a tastes-like-coffee drink (with no caffeine.) Perhaps overgrown okra will have a delicious purpose after all.
I started a new job last week after almost two months sabbatical. I’m grateful for the time off and honored for the opportunity before me.
Last Monday, my last untethered day, I visited a local nursery I’ve meant to visit for ages.
And saw some fascinating and strange plants.
With fun names like Elephant’s Foot.
And as the week passed, I haven’t made as many trips to the plot. The tomatoes were patient for me.