Sultry storm weather in the mountains, oppressive orange dawn with dirty grey thunderclouds massing to the north. If I go out and lug a heavy watering can all around the garden, it will begin to rain just as I finish watering. If I don’t water and wait for rain, a hot dry wind will spring up and dessicate my seedlings.
Life’s small dilemmas. Of course I have large dilemmas too, but I also have the joyful anticipation of a good weekend and a new chapter that is sassy plain-spoken unputdownable fiction and not my usual charming but obscure meanderings with improbable characters doing nothing much while paint dries on the walls behind them.
Hoping to watch a demonstration of lavender soap making at a farmers’ market two valleys away, as well as a chance to buy freshly pressed peppery green extra-virgin olive oil. And sourdough breads hot from the outdoor oven.
A friend’s husband went fishing out in the Atlantic waters and she arrived with freshly caught large red roman and yellowtail. Red roman is a sea bream found in the south-eastern Atlantic and south-western Indian Ocean. It is a beautiful fish that glows rose-red and is on the endangered species list but prolific numbers are around this season, so it is turning up everywhere. Yellowtail is a fast-growing and resilient species similar to amberjack and popular here.
Baked in the oven for 30 minutes and eaten with slices of lemon and brown bread and butter. Simple works. Today I am making a fish pie from the leftovers.
The garden a riot of colours and weeds coming up too all ready for the long hot summer ahead that will stretch through until May next year. Next autumn I’ll need to have so much cut back and cleared. This poem from Gabriel Welsch says it all –
A Garden’s End