It is Autumn. Although on the verge of "warm" this afternoon, I will take it. I wore a sweater (albeit 3/4-sleeved) with a scarf today. Zounds. I am emerging out of seasonal hibernation.
Yesterday I planted many rows of my Autumnal Garden. What did I plant? Mesclun. Kale. Cabbage(s). Fennel. Beets. Leeks. Onions. Tarragon. Rosemary. Collard Greens. French Breakfast Radishes. (To my mind, no one eats radishes for breakfast unless they're part bunny; you French folks out there should clarify this...) and Chicory. Maybe more...who can recall?
And so, now, what's to come of all this? It sounds like I might have put in many hours of labor into this venture, but I assure you that, as usual, I did not. Darwinism! I like plants that can fend for themselves. And so I tilled up space between the massive New England Pumpkin Patch and the dwindly, spindly tomatoes, and called it good. In went the seeds. I thought it was supposed to rain last night, but it did not. And so maybe tomorrow I will sprinkle the Autumnal Garden to get that germination going. And then? I wait.
Our windows are open this evening. I hear cicadas (I call them locust in my Okie lingo.) There is a young family who moved down the way, and I hear their little kids out playing. That is such a great sound. I have some older relatives who moved into a retirement place in Arizona years ago, and that place restricted the presence of children. So sad. What's better than a window open to kids hollering outside in play?
This evening I have been fussing around the kitchen, looking for my "for-two" souffle dish. Where is it?! If I don't find it, then we are to have two mini souffles, which amount to maybe two bites and that will not suffice. (Truth be told, I think our "for-two" souffle dish is probably actually earmarked for 4-6. But we do love us some souffle.) And along with spinach souffle, we are having grilled tuna and some sort of new potato thing that I have not yet moved on...