Right Now . . .

Flowers that say "August" to me, like this Black-Eyed Susan, are starting to bloom around the yard.


We have hit the tipping point where harvesting has begun to far outweight time allotted for garden maintenance. And the weeds . . . they appear to be winning. But that's only when you're looking at the garden from a distance, if you peek between the weeds, you will find great big onions seemingly pushing themselves out of the ground, tomatoes that are at the point of super pale green, getting ready to blush to red any day now. And the sweet corn; the sweet corn makes up for the pitful showing of the green beans.

I haven't done a good job of counting how many dozen ears we have picked, but we know that we have frozen about 25 pint bags of it, eaten a dozen or so fresh, and given a few ears away. And there is still a lot more to pick. So I may be finding new recipes to use corn in this winter, and go more sparingly on the green beans.

The ears may not win any prizes at the county fair, but they're good-sized and sweet, and to us that's all that really matters.

All this preserving seems time consuming, and some days I would like to pretend that there aren't dozens of ears of sweet corn to freeze or pounds of green beans to snap and can, or cucumbers to pickle. To feel footloose and fancy free in July and August, in this household . . . not going to happen. But it all pays off later, when instead of going to the grocery store I just hit up the freezer or shelves in the basement, and have all the ingredients I need to make a nourishing, satisfying meal.