Bolted Japanese turnip. The ones that rooted up were long, purple, and mildly spicy; this one just made flowers in the heat.

Bolted Japanese turnip. The ones that rooted up were long, purple, and mildly spicy; this one just made flowers in the heat.

View from the bottom of the driveway

And away we go

I will take the primeval whine-roar of a trillion cicadas over the pathetic sci-fi fanboy whine-plea of one electric car any day.
My weekly newspaper, per a recent discussion around here.

A little something for World Turtle Day.

Hummingbirds. This one is larger than the others (6x8in.) so will have to wait for a frame until I place another order.

Steamed Chiogga beets, golden beets, and carrots with a pesto of fresh basil, green cayenne pepper, green garlic, preserved lemon and olive oil. The confluence of garden and CSA produce was weird enough that I may never make this again, but it was awfully good.


Lovebirds again: as before, facing each other over an unopened blossom, suggesting that they wait together for a greater love. The flowers this time are drawn from the love-in-a-mist I photographed the other day, and sketched from various angles, and simplified until I could carve it.
