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Baby Steps…

I’ve been wanting to ‘cut the cord’ with various forms of Social Media for a while, but have not quite been able to make the break. Despite all of the negatives, they do make it easy to keep in touch with family and friends. And the memories. I do love reading through the memories – all those things we shared with others – or they with us – over the past decade. 

I don’t know how having such easy communication has made us less connected. We know hardly anyone writes real letters – but no one sends email anymore either. We can’t even count on the once a year connection of Christmas cards, since so many people have stopped sending them.  Meanwhile, the Social Media that ‘connected’ us all has become a sea of memes and ads and very little real connection. 

So. Here we are. This is my attempt to connect – in a similar, yet different way. I don’t know what the final answer will be. But expect a Christmas card from us — and maybe we’ll even start writing letters again. Stranger things have happened.

Garden Notes

We moved some plants around this year with varying degrees of success. In the past, we mixed in vegetable plants with the decorative ones in the borders, but this year we marked off dedicated space for vegetables and planted seeds directly into the ground in early June. Lettuce, broccoli, and peas were early successes. The chard is plentiful and the borage seems happy as well.

The tomatoes have been slow, but we have new red ones every day now. We should be overrun with zucchini by this time of year, but we’re just now getting our first ones. Asparagus was a total failure.

Luckily, the Anaheim chiles are doing well. We picked and roasted a few last weekend and are looking forward to using them in all manner of dishes – from soup to green chile cheeseburgers.



August

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting