Riley is asleep at my feet. His day must have too much for him.
I ate all the wrong things today, or at least, in the wrong order. I had eggplant slices and cucumbers for breakfast and a large bowl of romaine with carrots and Ranch Dressing for lunch followed by 2 spoons of peanut butter and SF Iced Tea. I had lots of heavy work to do today. And I tripped over a rock and fell down. Landed on my elbow and knee. At least I didn't smack my head on one of the table edges out there in the perennial yard. We'd still be picking wood splinters out of my head. I was also expected to take a few trays of tiny plants and cover three 8 by 12 tables. Hey, it turned out okay. I earned my money today.
Yesterday G and I had large plates of Brandywine tomato slices, fresh mozzarella and basil for dinner. Absolutely Delicious. G had French Baguette with his. I didn't. I don't have a clue what we'll be eating tonight. I don't have leftover anything to heat up. Perhaps burgers if the buns aren't spoiled. And we have fresh sweet corn. Life would certainly be EASIER if I could just make some kind of pasta for dinner. It really is the perfect solution to a day that's been a bit too physical. I'm tired. I think I will make that zucchini dish that tastes like pizza. G liked it.
I realized, while showing the Russian girl my garden, that we are actually eating 80% of what is growing in the garden. I am not wasting very much. Things may still go bad while waiting in the fridge, but it isn't often or much. This is amazing. I am picking and making dishes this summer. It helps that I am eating vegetables for breakfast. Makes me feel good about having a garden this year. Virtuous.
Time to get up out of the chair while these old bones still move. Sitting down is always a big mistake when I have been lifting, carrying and pushing carts of plants over the lumpy gravel from 8 to 2:30.
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