The Windows are Open!

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...