I turned 36 last week. 36, OMG. I'm trying not to freak out too much, because hopefully I will get a lot older(!) but wow, 36 is a big number. I have no clue what happened to the first half of my thirties. Must try not to lose the other half in quite the same way.
I really must get my camera sorted out / software installed to sync my phone with this machine, etc. I would love to post pictures of the garden and the veggies but you'll just have to take my word for it that everything looks fabulous. I love being practically self-sufficient... even if it means I am living mostly on zucchini, and Italian yellow blistered squash (which are the most obscene shape, and make me giggle like a loon every time I harvest. I am very juvenile, despite my advancing years. They are so delicious though - off the plant, straight onto the BBQ, or even munched raw).
This past weekend we had a garden party for a few people in the village. The weather behaved itself wonderfully. It's currently really quite warm, and actually I am looking forward to the storm we have been prmosed for later, not least because it means I might not have to spend the two hours watering everything that I currently need to. But if that's the only downside to all this bounty, I can live with it... :-)
Ooh, and I finally got my cavelo nero into the ground, along with some seeds for romanesco cauliflower. It's a bit late, but I can always hope for a bumper brassica harvest. I've got loads and loads and loads of curly kale on the go. I could feed an April and an MR for... oooh, days at least.
Oh well, another dull blog post from Sara... Just saying hi, really. Hi. :-)
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Hi Sara,
Happy belated birthday!
I, too, joined the over-35 crowd last month. So welcome to my new demographic.
Your garden sounds lovely. I wish I had a green thumb. Or maybe it's just a firm commitment that is lacking for me. I always start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably, I end up with countless withered and dying plants.
Sigh.
Anyway, keep us all posted so we can all garden vicariously through you!
OK, Kiddos. No whining about being over 35! Its not allowed, as I am pushing . . . 38. My birthday is in November. To me, the 30s, no matter where in ones thirties, still feels like there's a chance I'm not an aging frump (see Sex in the City). Now, 40? I have to admit, that one may be daunting. Will have to start printing out photos of Michelle Pfeiffer, Madonna, and other disgustingly gorgeous older chicks as my inspiration :-).
Amy
Happy belated birthday. I'm also a July baby. Oh, and the problem with nasty popups is gone from my blog. Happy gardening.
hugs
Arturo
Hey Sara,
Post something! Anything! The CRON blogosphere is entirely too quiet these days.
R
Happy birthday! From where I am standing (age 60) the 30s seem very young...
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