Late last night I hung out on the back porch.
I lit my candles, and waited for the meteor shower.
It was some much needed meditative time after all the harvesting madness I've been in.
Up to my elbows in it, happy, but crazed too.
Last night was such an interesting night because for some reason, while lighting the candles, I was transported to a time in my life from the past.
When I used to turn on my fountain and light candles in the tiny city house garden.
Such a small garden, but I filled it with plants and vines and fountains and candles.
It was a true sanctuary.
Friends would gather round the candles, and we would sip cocktails and chat.
I hadn't realized I had replicated that here, on the back porch, until last night.
It reminded me of my me-ness.
It felt so amazing, and wonderful.
I forget how therapeutic lighting candles and just being in "your own moment" is.
The loud fountain trickle, music.
The scent of the Seda France (Provence scent) candles remind me so much of my past.
I lit them all the time.
The scent took me right back, like saying hello to my old self.
It was a wonderful evening.
The summer days have just started to feel slightly exhausting.
It's a dance between awesomeness of growing things, and dancing too long in the heat.
You know what I mean?
Like, it's wonderful, but a cool rainy day would make you do a back flip.
The coolness of that night last week, like a far away dream.
There is this space where the monsoon rains drift off without having gifted enough (just 2 rains this summer), and the summer makes the earth here feel scorching and parched and desperate.
I tend garden twice a day without fail, quenching the thirst of my growing garden creatures.
Making sure they are happy and not suffering.
I want them to be delighted to live here.
Early morning and evening.
Still, plants are suffering, the desert dirt cracking with a vast longing for water.
Relentless heat, which doesn't seem to bother butterflies or birds.
All of a sudden I start to feel it too.
The thirst of the desert floor.
Rain would be a dream come true right about now.
Nothing like a little prickly pear lemonade to aid.
I am in the midst of so many fruits and veggies being ripe.
As you know, endless peaches.
I have made tons of freezer jam (unreal good stuff, will share recipe soon), and even frozen oodles of peaches.
Our mediocre sized freezer is stuffed.
Organized, but stuffed full.
Jars and jars of delicious jam.
This makes me giddy happy.
I have made lots of peach crisps too.
For some reason, I didn't take photos.
And pies as well.
I pride myself on attempting to make pretty peach pies...
(lots of photos from last year here)
Alas, the peaches were so juicy and plump, my pies poured over.
I hope they were still good, as I gifted them.
Then guess what happened night before last?
I noticed that the giant fairytale pumpkin from last year was looking soft around the stem.
So, I stopped everything I was doing to process it.
(like sleeping, because I would do anything for a pumpkin you see)
Almost all the seeds had sprouted.
I chopped it up, and at 11 p.m. there I was roasting pumpkin.
This pumpkin was so huge, I will have pumpkin for ages.
And to think, there are dozens of pumpkins ripening in the garden.
Oh my stars!!
We ate hot roasted pumpkin with butter and brown sugar at midnight.
Then I got it all ready to puree, right now it's still draining (water).
Did I mention I also made blueberry jam?
I have more to say about that in my next post ;)
Nothing like sugar and lemon and blueberries.
Hot sweet concoctions, with berries that burst in your mouth and make your tongue dark purple.
Right now though, I am in the midst of prickly pear season.
I found myself removing the inside of the fruits from their splinter laden skins under twinkly lights.
I shared my recipe last year, here...
Prickly Pear Lemonade Recipe.
It's so yumm.
I watch those prickly pears all summer, waiting for them to turn from green to purple.
We have some that turn coral pink.
Others that turn purple.
I use the purple ones for my lemonade.
If I had an extra handful of days, I would make jam from them too.
Maybe I should push myself a little and pull it off?
I am glad these beauties are good for you, as I have had a bunch to drink.
And, will make more.
They say that colorful fruits and vegetables are extra antioxidant, right?
I use tongs to harvest them.
I just can't imagine wasting anything.
That makes me crazy.
So no matter how hot and tired and insanely sweltering it is, I work hard to make sure no waste of anything happens on my watch.
Taking anything for granted makes nuts.
I am not for that at all in any aspect of life.
Thank you prickly pears.
Pop them in a vat of cold water...
De-skin, and press.
You can see step by step instructions in the link I posted here.
There are also lots of tomatoes and onions coming in.
And ever so many leeks and scallions, ever so many.
I also see the basil getting crazy, so I will begin that harvest.
It freezes beautifully in pesto, or just olive oil and basil in the food processor works good too for freezing.
I pop it in jars, and into the freezer it goes.
Although with 30 jars of jam, and endless packages of frozen peaches, not sure how it will work.
It's a shame that I sold Mister Lovee's giant freezer at a yard sale when I first met him, as it was taking space in the room that would be my studio.
I could used that sucker now :)
Well, it's crescent moon nights, and meteor showers in the now.
Waking up at 2:22 a.m. to look up at the sky.
Again at 3:30 a.m.
I guess I see a pattern in myself as I type.
I don't want to miss the meteors or the prickly pears, I don't want to waste peaches or basil.
I want everything to be preserved and shared.
I guess, it's my way of thanking nature.
I am just programmed that way I suppose.
(let's not count my spoiled teenage days in the equation, ha!)
I feel ardently loyal to mother nature.
Doing everything I can to make the most of what is given.
But secretly -
I think I will need a vacation soon.
Just a little tiny one.
Like, 1 sleep in day with lots of rain.
Because harvesting is only 1/4 of what I have to get done around here.
And the only time it starts to feel really tough is when rain leaves us and it is this hot for so many days in a row.
Otherwise, I don't mind at all.
Do you know this kind of heat?
It is zapping.
Wasn't I just saying that I didn't want summer to end?
Oh ya, haha!!
I don't, but a little rain, anyone?
Maybe, if you all put a good word in, the monsoon rains that might be returning will gift me some water from the skies at the end of the week?
I could sure use a day off, to just sleep in.
1 little morning.
Boy could I ever.
In some weird way, I wouldn't change a thing.
Nope, not at all.
Harvesting love abound.
Much Love, V
ps: Have you seen this documentary/movie call My Life as a Turkey?
It's wonderful, you can instant Netflix it too.
pss: The meteors were so delicate last night, falling low to the west.
So glad I got to spy them.