ugh…i’m not a girl who can deal with heat all that well…i tend to stay inside in the dark, under a fan watching a dvd…without a little vehicle and most of my friends in family-land, opportunities to carpool to rivers and beaches aren’t as readily available as one would hope. but there is shade in my backyard at the six o’clock hour and so i sit out here on my chaise lounge and drink pinot grigio and eat pasta and flip through a magazine that promises to help me relax, to help me select a hair color, to find a ‘fab’ swimsuit for the curvy girl that i am. fortunately, i am relaxed, i stopped dying my hair about a year ago (whaddayaknow, it’s still reddish brown…), and i have a cute little bikini that hugs my curves if only i had somewhere to wear it outside of when i wash the dog in the back yard.
the zucchinis are blossoming and the green beans are schizophrenically reaching for everywhere except the lovely trellis i built with my own two hands this week. what really makes it all worthwhile are the damn peppers. serranos, jalapenos, hungarian chiles, and some lovely bells. i’ve interspersed some cinnamon basil and now hope for the best.
i hear babies crying, wood being chopped, and the occasional lawnmower in action. the birds and the possums and the raccoons and the mice and such are all being smart and hiding out in cool places until evening. i’ve got a dvd ready to play to last me through the evening under the breeze of my ceiling fan and yet wonder if anything besides ”happy feet” or another wintry flick will keep my mind off the stickiness i’m feeling as my back leans against my chair.
but of course as it is now that i’ve got garden growing like it’s on steroids, i can’t sit out here and not do something. cinnamon basil and sweet basil both coming out my ears which must be picked so it won’t blossom, cilantro that, well, i forgot about and is now a flowering plant amongst the carrots and onions, and freakazoid tomatoes that must have incredibly good karma or something, as i’m the only one i know whose tomatoes are so big i need a ladder or a tall man to help me out with. but god let the tomato obsession begin, ya know?
i’m humbly following in the footsteps of miz ashley’s suggestion over at small measures and going to host my first canning party. i know, total betty crocker issues eh? but i love it and hell, it’s more fun to do repetitive tasks like peeling and slicing peaches, apples, tomatoes, etc., when you’ve got your girls around you and some fine cocktails to boot. right? right. i mean hell, gardening is more fun with a glass of pinot and it makes me socialize a little nicer with the bees and spiders who have tried to claim the tomato jungle as theirs. a punk rock sweet potato started budding extra late so i jammed her into the soil (um yeah, we’ll see about that!). hey you never know. i’ve got sweat sliding down every part of my skin and a lovely stash of garlic i’ve yanked from the ground, now all i need is some fresh pasta to fill with these lovely portobellos that i’m dying to saute…but i’m tired so i’m just going to sip some more wine for a bit. my dog’s giving me the split personality stank eye because i hosed her down in this 90+ weather – she acts like i’m about to give her a beating every time yet as soon as i free her from the confines of the cool water raining down on her, she goes into freak out puppy mode. okay she’s 12 so it’s a gentle gallop, but still makes me laugh hysterically as she shakes and wiggles about and smiles at me saying, aw mom you were sooooo right, this Does feel good!
it’s a sunday night and the yard is encased in shadows now as i’ve been slower than usual in typing this up. time to get back to the magazine and learn how to ‘shop smart’ and ‘fix five meals in five minutes’. or something.