To put a seed into the soil is to believe in the future. You trust that earth, water and time will bring you nourishing food. Time has brought us 8 red onions and a random white one.
They grew in rather close quarters, and a tiny lesson has been learned. We must plant them at a greater space to allow for bigger bulbs next year.
I’ve trimmed them and foolishly placed said onions onto the mantle in our kitchen. Now, I am airing out our whole home from the intense perfume of fresh onions.
Another novice mistake.
Now they sit on the porch airing out for a few days before I store them in the cupboard.
Do you have a recipe that features onions that you love? I’ll probably need to get through these red ones rather quick!
We’ve been misted today in a dainty almost microscopic rain. You know the kind that lightly falls on your face and skin, it feels refreshing? Eventually it saturates you to the core, and yet at the same time is lovely because it is warm. Summer rain, is so pleasant.
This constant rain has made New Zealand’s soil fertile and created an optimal growing season in many regions. Palmerston North has had one of the wettest summers on record. We can only help but flash back to our struggles in Eneabba trying to grow our food in the hot heat of summer. We watered it endlessly. Many of our plants died. Here, we hope for some more sunlight to help ripen our green tomatoes. Though, I’ve heard they are good fried green anyway!
My family spans the globe, from Arizona to Ecuador, New Zealand and Canada. Whilst there are thousands of miles between us, we are all experiencing a painful, sudden loss.
We’ve lost an amazingly kind, gentle and loving man. My Uncle John.
He had a hearty chuckle for a laugh, and a wonderful sense of humour. I found it very easy to be in his company and always found myself laughing. He and his late Jane raised two very intelligent and beautiful children, and brought me into the family fold as I connected with the family in my mid 20’s.
It was in the early days of knowing my Uncle as an adult that I fell in love with him and my Aunt Jane. I saw two people who truly cared for one another. In the tiniest of gestures I could see real love and compassion. He cared for her in her final years, and bore the heartache of losing her to a devastating illness. He was so incredibly brave.
My Uncle John, my friend – I miss you. But I know Jane is so happy to have you back.
It’s so quiet. Wesley is sleeping. The birds are chirping and there is barely, but a small breath of wind. The rain has stopped and we’re settling in for the evening. I look out the windows and see a sea of deep green.
I’m sipping a deliberately weak hot tea and am looking forward to tomorrow. There’s nothing special planned…but even still I’m keen to see what tomorrow brings for me and Wesley.
Today he leaned how to crawl faster. He tried to outrun me (cranked up his crawling pace with a giggle!) to the tv cables. He’s only been moving 2 days…
Here’s to new adventures, big and small!