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As An Herb Is What An Herb Does

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As An Herb Is What An Herb Does

Gardening takes on various forms, containers, types of plants, and creativity. Our gardening choices are many. For many reasons, in the past few growing seasons my gardening has been limited to container perennials, flowering annuals, and herbs. I hope to include in my gardens some greens once again, especially with the recent findings of the cyclospora parasite in lettuces and greens sold in the grocery stores. I hesitate to buy any lettuces and greens at the store. I will seek out local sources at the farmer’s market these next few weekends of the growing season. A co-worker brought into the workplace her excess cherry tomatoes. They are absolutely scrumptious. Like eating candy! More for me to ravish into with my homegrown basil and fresh mozzarella cheese!

“If you’ve never experienced the joy of accomplishing more than you can imagine, plant a garden.” ~ Robert Brault

This year’s potted herbs are English thyme, Genovese basil, rosemary, oregano, sage, chives, lemon balm, orange mint, and lavender. My basil plant was given to me by a local reading club that I presented to. This pungent plant has been so prolific while on the front porch as well as the potted chive. On our new backyard deck sets our vertical wrought-iron planter with most of the other herbs. The wildly growing thyme plant is situated on an old wooden stool. We have had many soaking rains, and other days this summer the rain clouds have teased us. Getting the garden hose out to water has been more often this July with the very hot, humid days. If you need some inspiration on herb gardening, read this article where I contributed some advice to, How to Start a Balcony Herb Garden | Rent. I am inspired to create, cook, and bake with my herbs. As an herb is what an herb does to the recipes, fresh from my kitchen.

“When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, there is always the garden.” ~ Minnie Aumonier

In my backyard flower gardens the surprise lilies surprised me again. Popped up overnight, it seems. I see four stems with purplish-pink blooms staring up at me while I am at the kitchen window. There should be many more by tomorrow morning. The July sunlight will surely bring them to fruition. I gaze on these beauties standing from high above in the kitchen. Do I leave such beauty for mundane household chores this Tuesday morning while off from my work at the senior center? I decide to write this morning. My self-sustaining perennials, as I hardly touch the hydrangeas, peonies, and lilies, every year are faithful to show off their lovely blooms. Good thing these flowering plants are so self-reliant. My gardening is limited to containers due to my rheumatoid arthritis and spine issues. My herbs grow wonderfully in terra cotta pots on the front porch and backyard deck. Our indoor wintering tropical plants and ferns spruce up every late April/early May with the outdoor air, sunlight, and natural rainwater. The parlor palm needs some brown fronds trimmed each year as well as the Meyer lemon tree needs a haircut, too. The lush ferns, arrowhead plants, and philodendrons become a tropical oasis in the front yard pebble patio under the dogwood tree with our inviting “nifty turquoise” Adirondack lawn chairs. For lunch today I will join them with some iced blueberry-lavender tea and tuna salad with snippets of homegrown chive and more those cherry tomatoes.

“Humbled or no, gardener was the label imprinted on me when the souls were handed out and so be it. Gardener.” ~ Margaret Roach

Summer Weekend Rest

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Summer Weekend Rest

We are blessed to have all our children, grandchildren, and one surviving parent living in our home state, Missouri. Travel for visits with them are frequent. We had my sister in town for a week in June. The Kansas City family was in town last weekend, so some local outings were ensued and enjoyed. We spent a Sunday afternoon in Farmington to take my youngest grandson, Eli and his buddy out for lunch. We met our newest granddog, Tillie, a stray puppy with the most gorgeous blue eyes that wandered onto the farm. This week was my granddaughter, Libby’s 20th birthday, Dean and I’s14th wedding anniversary, and the 4th of July, and we chose to stay in our hometown except for yesterday. We ventured out to our favorite neighboring river towns of Hermann and Washington, MO. The recent summer rains and storms have the Missouri River up and over the banks in some places. Tributary creeks are swelling into the fields and yards as well. Some holiday activities were cancelled because of the flooding, but less fires started with fireworks. Cabooses and train stations became our entertainment.

These weekends while Dean and I are at home, we are able to get some chores done. Dean’s parent’s home sold last month, so no more emptying cabinets, drawers, purging, and throwing away. Now we sort through the treasured items Dean brought home as mementos of his childhood and heritage. He built a shelf in the basement to organize these items. The Japanese stemware his father brought home while serving in the Army will be placed in our China hutch. We added a handsome wood bench to our living room. A worktable for planting and building projects sets under the carport as well as an old tool cabinet.

Yes, somewhere in between chores, rest and relaxation have been included in our weekends. With summer travels at a minimal, it is possible. For myself, writing is relaxing. Just about every weekday afternoon after cooking for the local seniors, I get a short nap, then write until dinner needs to get started. Some evenings and weekends include writing as well. My first book, a memoir of recipes, short stories, and poems has been my primary focus these past few months. I am just about finished with it after three years of plugging away. I promise myself, one last recipe, one last short story, and then the photos. Writing can be an addiction. Dean is my first reader, then I will ask a couple of others before going to a professional editor. The publisher and the printer are to follow. I will let you know when my first book is available.

July’s Gifts

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July’s Gifts

Steaming hot July weather has kept me inside most days and evenings. The AC units are getting a workout this summer. This month’s humid days have also brought some much-needed rain. My potted perennials, flowers, and herbs are drinking up the natural water and growing like gangbusters. The gigantic lemon basil plant provided adequately for my lemon-herb tea bread presented at The Essence of Lemon, Herbs, & Writing workshop held this weekend at Long Row Lavender Farm. For these I am thankful for, the summer warmth and rain.

The workshop had two components. First, I taught the guests how to maximize flavor for a lemon-herb tea bread using three ingredients: the zest of a lemon, the juice, and lemony-type herb such as lemon basil, lemon thyme, or lemon balm. Second, I taught how to write a black-out or block-out poem using a recipe, magazine article, or page from a book. The example I shared was the prize-winning Valentine poem I wrote to my Dean using words from the lemon-herb tea bread recipe. Poems’ words are concise, and the guests learned the process of picking out descriptive words from their selected article or recipe. One guest shared her poem eloquently written in honor of a young man who was recently killed an motorcycle accident. The words chosen came from a magazine article on different types of lavender. The words seemed appointed for her to write. It was a beautiful experience for her, the rest of the workshop guests, and me.

I am also thankful for the time given on a few afternoons this month to craft button journals made for the workshop guests, with one afternoon spent watching our 7-year-old granddaughter design her personal button journal. While she visited for a week, we made a special trip to Lincoln Land in Springfield, IL so Elise could learn more about her favorite president. She found a top hat like Lincoln’s, some special stickers to accessorize her journal as well as helped me find a jar of vintage buttons at the antique store. We made some fun visits with other family members while Elise was in town, but also spent time at our homey cottage watching and listening to the hummingbirds and songbirds, gathering withered leaves along our walks (and there were a lot due to the drought in June), and Papa Dean learned how to play Memory Match. Times with loved ones are treasured in our hearts. So thankful!

Let It Rain

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“Answer July—
Where is the Bee—
Where is the Blush—
Where is the Hay?

Ah, said July—
Where is the Seed—
Where is the Bud—
Where is the May—
Answer Thee—Me—”
~  Emily Dickinson, Answer July 

I am missing May.  This July in Missouri has been a scorcher.  Parched the past few days, rain finally came overnight after a 108 degree day in the St. Louis region.  More is needed.  I pray. Yesterday Dean and I walked Midnight late-morning.  The tree leaves were turned and folded in an attempt to protect from the blasting sun rays. They made a wither y rustle when a slight breeze came by.  We waited until dusk for that last walk of the day.  The sun, oh so hot this summer!  Yet I am reminded of its purpose by the flowering beauty of our bird of paradise, the delicate peppery flavor of arugula shoots, the calmness of green in my Swedish ivy planter, and the glimmering glass art butterflies at the Butterfly House.