Is it too early to talk about gardening, because I’m about to hit ‘send’ on a big seed order?
For the first time evah, I am rethinking my stance on the radish. I wax ineloquently on my radish stance here. We have Polish friends who have spent a goodly amount of time in France. When we last did some bed and breakfasting with them, I noticed that radishes were always on the breakfast menu. This is the last thing I would think about having for breakfast — given the stance — and yet it is all I can think about.
Here be Friday in all it’s glory.
The weekend is nigh.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
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My favorite allium is…………………….. grilled.
That said, I love them in this order — red onion, garlic, shallot, leek, Vidalia, spring onion, and so it goes.
But for my strictly viewing pleasure, I adore the ornamental onion with its glossy, dark green, flat-strap leaves and, in this case, purple heads. There’s a clump in the frontscape, a clump in the backscape.
The only thing missing is more clumps.
In Other News ~
I’m under the influence of the Brits. Canadians, too. I just poured a sparkling drink and didn’t plunk — not to be confused with plonk — ice cubes in it.
In Other, Other News ~
My summer life is singularly lacking in bloggable qualities.
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Can you feel it?
The days are filled with writing and gardening and sweating. Mostly sweating. And downsizing our worldly possessions.
Not sticking a toe out on the yellow brick road.
I’m good with that.
Change is in the wind. Not imminent. But in the wind.
Here be Friday.
Go ahead. Stick a toe out on the yellow brick road.
Do it for me.
Yeah. I’ve got bupkis.