Peg Duthie's Blog, page 38

not quite free of the beginning

Sometimes, when a pepper seedling emerges, the husk that covered the seed remains attached for a while.

In this case, the seed came from what I now think of as the mama plant, which I've featured in this journal now and then. That plant now seems well on its way to producing its second crop of the year:



In the meantime, I roasted store-bought peppers this afternoon (with an eye toward maybe making soup with the a can of evaporated milk now past its best-by date), since I had the oven going anyway, for pot roast (with onion, daikon, and potatoes, seasoned with rosemary and thyme from my garden). One of the recipes I looked at called for red wine, so I opened a nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon/Malbec (Dos Fincas 2012) a friend had contributed to a party I hosted back in May. I prepared green beans as well, which meant the dog was practically leaping with joy, as she loves to hoover up the tips.

Middle Tennessee was under a tornado watch most of the evening. I am kicking myself a tiny little bit for not making "The Hugo" (a variation of the Dark and Stormy, by the Lee Bros.) to complement the occasion, but not really, what with working on a submission through half of the night and on someone else's manuscript much of the day. Some other time ...

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unexpected growth

I like the scent of tomato leaves. Before I chucked the last of this year's plants into the compost heap, I snipped off a few stems to keep the scent around a bit longer, slipping a couple into one of the stripper glasses our friend K. gave to us last Christmas:



That was more than a month ago. They're clearly finding the confines agreeable:



So much that there are even flowers!



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y'all, vegetables are sometimes unnerving

This Miyashige daikon radish kind of reminds me of my attempts at side plank the other day.

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our world so sweet with shining things

amid and above
the trinkets and the trudging



(Snapshots from a walk around Prague, 14 May 2009)

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hanging on

In my kitchen this morning

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20 years!

Ann Arbor Juvenile Probate Court, 23 September 1994



Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, 29 August 2014

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fruit gone

So, that tomato I mentioned yesterday? By the middle of the afternoon, it had vanished. I'm side-eyeing the dog something major right now.

On a more productive note, I'm the featured poet at the Houseboat this week: one interview, ten poems, and assorted photos. This has been in the works for over a year, and it's gratifying to share at last what Rose has selected from the words and images I sent to her. My thanks to her for all of her work, and -- as ever and always -- to you for reading.

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late fruit

I've been waiting for what I thought were the last two cherry tomatoes to ripen. I plucked them from the plant this morning. I was about to haul the container to the compost pile when I spotted this:



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encouragement

At the moment, it is about 30 degrees F cooler than it felt three days ago. It's apparently what some of the flowers needed to emerge:


bachelor's button


French marigold

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art supplies!

I spent the first part of today at Art Camp, and the highlight for me was an impromptu session led by Amanda Micheletto-Blouin, the manager of Jerry's Artarama. ( Read more... )


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