Yesterday's post was super-long--sorry about that. Not sure anybody wants to sit and read the ramblings of my sometimes-difficult-to-follow mind. If you stuck it out and read the whole thing...yea for you!
The pickled green beans I made yesterday are pretty awesome. I will use that recipe again for sure. I'm heading out into the garden in a few minutes to see if any more green beans are ripe. They have a way of sneaking up on me. Pick them all one day, and you swear there isn't another one to be found, and there are hundreds ready the next day. It's crazy.
It's also time for me to plant some lettuce--I have lots of room in my beds and just need to make time to get out there and do it. Fresh salad would be lovely--I plant leaf lettuce and cut it when it's still small and it doesn't get a chance to bolt in the heat. I plant on a weekly schedule--two square feet this week, two more next week, two more the next week, and when the first row is ready, I cut them and they regrow.
This morning I think I'm going to the farmer's market with my daughter-in-law. My granddaughter has allergies and needs to be taking local honey every day. (Yes, this is actually a "thing"--not just a hippie remedy!) I'm looking forward to it--I LOVE THE FARMER'S MARKET. I hope the singing veteran is there--the baby girls love to dance! Even Kaleigh likes to go to the farmer's market.
I've also planted the hardened-off segments of Christmas Cactus into their new little pots. I hope they take. They will make nice little Christmas presents next year.
My plan for something nice to do today is to hang out with my daughter in law. She's having a hard time right now, realizing that my son (who is in the navy) will really be gone for two years and she'll be doing this basically alone. She has us, but we aren't the same, I guess. Plus, Bridgette is still really little and a lot of daily work--I forget how much WORK tiny kids are.
Yesterday I did some organizing of the shelves next to my computer desk. They tend to be a catch-all for whatever I have on the desk, which gets messy. I need to do better about putting things where they go when I'm done with them. Story of my life, I guess.
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