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| It's green bean season on Pentoga Road |
45 degrees/clear skies/calm winds
Pentoga Road
It seems that Sargie's day off flew by, but then, isn't that the way they all are? It was a mere twenty-four hours ago that we were anticipating a lazy day together.
I found myself in the garden first thing Thursday morning. Initially, I'd planned to pick beans on Friday, but found plenty to harvest yesterday.
The Blue Lake variety are still very young and tender, perfect for steaming and eating fresh.
I discovered one thing Thursday morning. My newest favorite bean is that of the red variety.
Why? With diminished eyesight, I had difficulty finding the green beans hidden among the stems and leaves. But the red kind... ah, no problem. They stick out like sore thumbs.
Sargie loves beets and loves beet greens even more. A quick check of the patch showed that several were ready to pull.
I took any plants that had failed to develop roots to boil as greens along with those that had edible bottoms.
I don't care for beets, but do enjoy the greens, boiled, with slices of boiled eggs and a bit of apple cider sprinkled over the top.
We took our afternoon drive to Milligan Mountain. Nancy and Ron had brought over their lawn chairs for Mom's birthday party and since they departed before some of the crowd, left them.
An avowed vegetable lover, we also took Nancy some beans and beets. No one was home, but we later talked to her on the phone.
Pentoga Road
It seems that Sargie's day off flew by, but then, isn't that the way they all are? It was a mere twenty-four hours ago that we were anticipating a lazy day together.
I found myself in the garden first thing Thursday morning. Initially, I'd planned to pick beans on Friday, but found plenty to harvest yesterday.
The Blue Lake variety are still very young and tender, perfect for steaming and eating fresh.
I discovered one thing Thursday morning. My newest favorite bean is that of the red variety.
Why? With diminished eyesight, I had difficulty finding the green beans hidden among the stems and leaves. But the red kind... ah, no problem. They stick out like sore thumbs.
Sargie loves beets and loves beet greens even more. A quick check of the patch showed that several were ready to pull.
I took any plants that had failed to develop roots to boil as greens along with those that had edible bottoms.
I don't care for beets, but do enjoy the greens, boiled, with slices of boiled eggs and a bit of apple cider sprinkled over the top.
We took our afternoon drive to Milligan Mountain. Nancy and Ron had brought over their lawn chairs for Mom's birthday party and since they departed before some of the crowd, left them.
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| The Milligan Family Homestead |
Last evening was a quiet one. Sargie worked around the flower planters while I did this, that, and the other, in the garden. For whatever reason, the mosquitoes about ate both of us alive and ran us inside the house.
Supper last night was one of our favorites, pork steak done on the grill, squash, and beet greens with hard boiled eggs on top. For dessert? Chocolate ice cream smothered in peanuts and caramel sauce. Mmmm.
Sargie's back to work today. I'm going to finish repairing the front stoop then head to the garden and pick blueberries. It's time to begin filling the pails. If I get bored, there's always that wheel to reattach to the mower deck.
After all, a man's work is never done.
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Shadow Man is carrying a bag of vegetables |
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