Hello from sunny Oregon. August is wrapped around us and we are loving the weather, the garden, having time to play in paint and to sit on the porch in the quiet evenings listening to the crickets. August is sweet.
John and I seem to be having a contest to see who can spend the most time with the doctors and dentists this month. He's winning but I have my maladies as well.
Lots of opportunities to make off with x-rays for drama in the journal.
Yeah. You don't want to know.
When the going gets gnarly it's friends who make all the difference. Friends and family.
And the journal. Lots of acceptance of what is and making peace with life happens right there for me.
Consolation for me is my painting and writing. For John it is his garden.
This week a friend wrote to me about how her garden was massacred by bugs. Here are a few tips from the farmer.
We have a lot of cabbage moths here so John made a little conestoga wagon out of row cover for his little kale sprouts. The cabbage moths are incredibly smart at finding the defenceless seedlings.
This is an isolation box for bok choy. Same deal with the cabbage moths. They're one of our biggest pests.
This screened in box has chilis de aguas in it and the screen is to prevent cross pollination. Sort of a chastity belt for plants.
And in the fall the rain that comes causes blossom end rot so the tomatoes live under a plastic house that can be shut tight until after the deluge.
More protection. This above is our blueberries under their bird netting. If you look closely you can see the hoses that feed the misters. Those misters keep the plants from getting sunburned and have protected the blueberries from the same sunburn which causes all the fruit to fall.
Couldn't resist showing some of the bean crop.
Tomatoes. We have a zillion varieties. Maybe I'll do a special post on those.
Ha ha. Woodpile. How did that get in here?
Here's one crop that I get excited about.
Now a couple of paintings.
Hearts Entwined. For all my friends, near and far. Enjoy August. xo