Fort Funston

In With the New

 

Shane with an iPhone on her hands

Eau de Bell Pepper & Ode to iPhone

 

There are two significant things about this picture. The first is that it is my first grown-from-my-garden bell pepper, and not just of this season, but ever! I think it's lovely. My goodness, did it smell great! The red bells had yet to appear at pepper plucking time, so I purchased one and laid it side-by-side next to my green bell on the counter. Their looks complemented each other, but while the green bell had terrifically fresh and produce-y fragrances, the red store-bought smelled of nothing at all. What a treat, to savor the perfume of my pepper--but my sister-in-law started to look at me funny, so that was enough of that.

The second significant thing about this picture is that it was taken with my just-from-the-shrink-wrap iPhone! It was a treat to savor the sight and feel of my iPhone last night, too, but the funny looks I got were similar.

Welcome, Cort!

Let me introduce to you my new second cousin!

Cort Robert
July 11, 2007

Isn't he gorgeous?!

Sailing

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

Mark Twain

There is not enough time to do all the nothing we want to do.
--Bill Watterson

Bon Voyage to Me...

...Back in Two Weeks!

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.

--John Masefield

 

This is my garden as it stands today.

Veggie Counts:
Tomatoes: 1
Crookneck squash: 4
Zucchini: 0
Green peppers: 0
Red peppers:0
Eggplant: 0

Did you hear that? It was me sighing. It was the sigh heard 'round the world.

No more papers, no more (text)books,
No more children's dirty looks.
No more meetings, no more assignments,
No more notes home to your parents.
No more red pens, no more grade scales,
No more silly homework tales.
No more boring strategic planning,
No more bus stops that need manning.
No more recess, no more lunch,
No more detention, no more test crunch.
No more electives, no more study hall,
Darn it, I may miss it after all.

First Tomato of the Season

Though perhaps odd to show pictures of a tomato on the vine after I've already published pictures of the same tomato sliced on a plate, I can't resist putting this beauty on display one more time. It's my First Tomato of the Season, so I'm a bit biased. And this is certanly a knee-jerk reation after last summer when my One Tomato looked as if it was all I was going to get for so long!

So this is Stupice, a variety I've never heard of, much less grown. Can one still say it's from Czechoslovakia? Whether one can or no, that's how it's listed by many growers. It's growth is vigorous; in fact, it's already taller than the supports I gave it, so I've just been draping the stalks back and forth over the trellis. The fruit shapes are amazing--most are regular and round, but some are very oblong and strange. It hardly seems fair to pass judgement after sampling only one fruit, but here goes. I need to borrow from Mr. Hands' vocabulary to describe my impression: "Meh."

But I'm willing to over-look a lot if I get to eat a homegrown tomato on June 10!

Ode to Salt

This salt
in the salt cellar
I once saw in the salt mines.
I know
you won't
believe me
but
it sings
salt sings, the skin
of the salt mines
sings
with a mouth smothered
by the earth.
I shivered in those
solitudes
when I heard
the voice
of
the salt
in the desert.
Near Antofagasta
the nitrous
pampa
resounds:
a
broken
voice,
a mournful
song.

In its caves
the salt moans, mountain
of buried light,
translucent cathedral,
crystal of the sea, oblivion
of the waves.
And then on every table
in the world,
salt,
we see your piquant
powder
sprinkling
vital light
upon
our food.
Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.
Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste finitude.

Pablo Neruda

Three Ways to Celebrate Salt:
1. Drink a frosty margarita from a glass edged in salt.
2. Dust the first tomato of the season with salt, then eat it straight from the vine.

3. Enjoy together.

Contented Cat

 

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My darling mischievous peeping Tom. Wonder what he's eyeing? He's just surveying his domain and enjoying his rare excursion in the backyard jungle.

Root bound

 

It's December in my Garage

I don't spend much time in my garage. It is the disaster area of our house--and nobody is ever invited to see it! Currently, several projects are "resting" there, in various stages of postponment, and in some cases, abandonment. I'm guilty of the abandoment issues. Last winter, when the amaryllis finished, I stuck the pots out there to be "dealt with later." And now it's June. Hey, that's later!

And in any case, my procrastination paid off, because unnoticed, uncoaxed, and unconcerned with the season, this amaryllis bloomed!

 

Though labeled "Red Nymph", I think it is actually "Dancing Queen."

Happy Holidays!

Flowers of Francis Beach, Half Moon Bay

There's lots more to a beach than sand and sea!

Beach Finds

I am mesmerized by this object--is it plant or animal?


Tangled messes look attractively mysterious on a beach.

These last three photos are of the high tide line, where the coarse sand transitions to fine sand and ocean deposits are skattered in lazy arcs. Birds also drop the remains of their sand crab meals, leaving an eerie graveyard amongst the sea grass and driftwood.

Let the Camping Season Begin

What is the allure of pitching a tent, coaxing damp wood to life, trucking just the essentials (and ok, a few luxuries, too) out to nature, all to stay temporarily in a marginally cozy, generally less than clean situation? What's not to enjoy? We enthusiastically launched camping season by iniating our friends and our dog into the rituals. Scenes to highlight the year's first excursion:

 

A tasty dinner: teryaki chicken, grilled peppers and squash, and packets of new potatoes in butter and herbs. All cooked, served and eaten whilst still light out--a wonder!

 

The view beach-ward from our tent site.

 

It was Katie's first camp-out, which she loved (and not just because she got to wear her stylish coat).

 

This might possibly be her favorite moment of the weekend--fetch on the beach.

Radish makes a debut

 

A bit of success! I'm proud to introduce you to my first viable crop of radishes, seven, yes count 'em, seven ruby round-ish radiant beauties. (After only two lovely, promising globes, the first batch barely produced anything that even resembled a radish.) These were planted April 20, so that makes 37 days until harvest. That's not quite the 22 days the packet proclaimed!

Now, the big question is--to make glazed radishes, slice them in a salad, or gobble them raw?

Hosta in Bloom

I'm jealous of the gorgeous hostas in my mother-in-law's garden. The hostas in mine are too immature to bloom, and the slugs have discovered them anyway. I can't bear to document the carnage in photographs. Survival doesn't look promising.