As I write, in the kitchen tomato sauce is bubbling, eggplants are roasting, and bread dough, I hope, is rising.
This is only a fraction of what I should be doing: making pesto out of kale, and freezing industrial quantities of broccoli, chard, arugula and rhubarb. It's the time of year when I almost dread going out to the garden to see what is screaming to be picked right now.
And then, of course, I want to write here about it, all of which sometimes leads to mental as well as physical exhaustion. If I am to survive this season--and I do realize that choosing this moment to start baking bread again is insane, but I found a source of terrific flour that I'll tell you about soon--I am going to have to slow down the pace of my posting.
I could, of course, choose to not harvest, not bake, not walk the dogs, but then what would I write about?
So I hope that you will be more patient than the tomatoes and the eggplants and the peppers and the greens and not dry up on me or turn away in disgust. My aim is to post regularly, two or three times a week, with illustrations, and in between give the well time to replenish itself. Writing and drawing here gives shape to my life and joy to my days. I wouldn't dream of quitting.