“One’s philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In stopping to think through the meaning of what I have learned, there is much that I believe intensely, much I am unsure of. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And, the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”
ER, January 1960
What was great:
The new plantings of lettuce are coming along great and don’t seem to be too affected by that last heat wave!
These beauty Habanero hot peppers are ripening–I can’t stop looking at them!
Here is an easy hot sauce recipe to try with your cayennes, jalapeños, habaneros, auroras, and hot waxes.
Sometimes the carrot bunches are just *perfect.*
What we wish was different:
We got our Napa cabbage in a bit too early so first the rain then the heat took down many of the plants–we have a much smaller crop of it than we planned for and would like.
Due to some poor germination, the Tokyo market bed of turnips isn’t as full as I wish.
What was hard:
We kept putting off clearing the old broccoli bed. Well, we just kept having so many other things to do. We finally cleared it; the stalks were huge and some were mushy from all the rain and it wasn’t my favorite task I’ve ever done. But it was nice to work together alongside Meghs on it and to see it done!
What we’re grateful for:
Time with loved ones from our past homes of Colorado and Missouri. It’s refreshing to catch up and enjoy a dear one’s company after being separated for a while!
Member Allison brought me a sweet cool treat of homemade Kambucha that she used CSA tulsi to make!
Tomato, cucumber, or summer squash
Peppers or eggplant
Arugula, spicy mix, or wild rocket
Turnips!, Beets, or Radishes
Kale, Chard, or Collard Greens
Green or Napa Cabbage or sweet potato greens
Here are some action shots of Meghan doing all her fast workin’. She sure gets a lot done.
My visiting friend took me to the Roosevelt home in Hyde Park Sunday. It was a beautiful and hard reminder of so many things I dream of for our country this society, and the world.
I found a special smile in the memorial garden where Franklin and Eleanor are buried surrounded by wonderful, abundant flowers.
As messy as it is, what a gift to be part of this wild experiment of a country; what a thrill to be alive during such a time of deep healing and efficacious struggle.
From sweet, fierce Eleanor to the United Nations in 1953:
“Where, after all, do universal human rights begin? In small places, close to home…the factory, farm or office where he works…unless these rights have meaning there, they have little meaning anywhere.”