September 15 with Jones

A week before the equinox and good weather, like today, is a bonus. I almost said godsend but I better take God out of the planetary weather governance. A pleasant today in Nova Scotia to enjoy the small and the large.

The large is the Great Dane, Jones, without the rock floor of a drafty castle and a trestle table top and thrown chunks of meat on the bones. Poor Jones, less of an insularity than the 4 horns sheep of the Ilse of Man, but unlike the Ilse of Man's cats he has a healthy spine and a wicked tail.

 There we are under the gaze of the Sunflower.

Imperfection all round; there is a caption in this blog that I do not know how to delete.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

   blackberry and cherry tomatoes

  

Labour Day Weekend

I am trying not to be overwhelmed by the speed in which produce from the garden needs to be processed. With the cauliflower we had 2 missteps but finally did get a head under the self blanching leaves.

The head or curd is tight and white unlike  the 2 that we overlooked, in which each constituent bump on the head was branching out. Bolting, that is.

Not very pleasant to look at though the discoloration does disappear if the cauliflower is processed for pickles. Yesterday, August 31, was pleasant enough in the afternoon for digging potatoes, and we did.

Today, it is wet and grey and calls for a Nova Scotian kitchen celebration.     

Happy Birthday CVL