Gardening feeds my soul as well as my stomach. There’s something about growing things–food, in particular–that is satisfying on the deepest, most basic level: Eating is a necessity; gardening fulfills that need. I enjoy the process. I get lost in it and forget about time. As when I’m driving or riding in a car, when I’m weeding, watering, and planting, my brain wanders about, smelling the roses. I get ideas.
While planting another round of spinach, lettuce, and radishes I contemplated the novel I drafted over the winter. I’m eager to get to the next stage with that. While watering, I came up with an interesting design idea and use for needlework. While I was harvesting the greenery, I pondered what the heck a person does with Swiss chard. I like sturdy greens (collards, kale, mustard) in soups, so I expect to steam and freeze some of the chard for winter, but I gotta eat some fresh. Thanks to Google, I’ve discovered that you cook the stalks like asparagus and the leaves like spinach. I love asparagus and spinach; ergo, I should love chard, right? I’ll let you know tomorrow.
Things are growing in spite of our late start. There are even 2 blossoms on a tomato plant! Blueberries are starting to turn blue, but they’re still a long way from ripe. Oh–I discovered a small patch of wild strawberries nearby! The berries are tiny, but yummy.
No moose in the garden since we put up the fence, but the loaner-dog probably deserves more credit than the fence.