While most of the yard is still VERY much in process and will be for months (years?) to come, there are bits bobs and corners throughout that bring me so much joy. Not to mention the delight of getting to harvest and eat such wonders from our very own dirt (and soon a tomato! maybe a lemon?!).
I have been told that snails can have a lot of personality but I never would have imagined how much until Petunia. She is brave and curious and such a delight.
Training new baby herb plants to grow bushy means lots of fragrant trimmings fresh and ready for stocks and stews and salads.
After a very difficult day we sat in the kitchen, took our time making our dinners, and talked through big thoughts. As the light faded behind the pine trees I began to notice that H. was stirring a huge bubbling pot of jam.
She grinned, turned away, and came back around with the loveliest glass jar. It fits perfectly in two hands. “It’s the house jam jar! So few of us can eat cookies…so instead we have a jam jar we’ll keep stocked!”
It was one of the moments when I felt how beautiful this place we’re working hard to create can be.
Late that night I padded downstairs, carefully turned each dark corner, and flipped the kitchen light on. I pulled the still-warm jar out of the fridge and put a couple spoon fulls into a little dish I found for just such an occasion.