I whipped up a strawberry rhubarb pie with rhubarb from the garden.
We have been grilling pizza with some regularity, the best one yet just this past week. With squash, onions, tomatoes and herbs from the garden, how can you go wrong?
We chilled out in Lyons for two days at Rocky Grass, and now we can't stop listening to Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet. Aside from their performance, the other highlight was catching a jam session in the Wildflower Pavilion with Casey Driessen, Ben Sollee, Chris Thile and Noam Pikelny.
Kevin's corn plants are making corn. I think we're up to about eight ears as of yesterday - enough for dinner for two.
The red zebra tomato seeds that I saved last year are making tomatoes, and darn are they tasty. We just hit that turning point where we can pick tomatoes every day.
The bouquet of flower seeds that Kevin gave me last fall, are generating fresh flowers every day, my favorite being the sweet peas.
Kevin also built Kickapoo new digs. She loves being able to come and go as she pleases.
Stinker wasn't such a fan of the heatwave.
My cousin Chris came to visit for a bit. We took him up to RMNP for a bit of a preview hike before we sent him off for a week of camping. He managed to climb Long's Peak without getting sick. No mean feat for a guy who had just days before flown in from upstate New York.
The work and home gardens are both pretty much out of control. These photos are from a month ago - they look even crazier now. If anyone ever tells you that you need a lot of space between plants, I say phooey. Aside from having to move with caution when weeding or harvesting, we managed to pack a whole lot of garden into a fairly small space. That's the tofu factory in the background of the work garden. It makes for an interesting olfactory experience at times.
I've come up with a little ditty about Kickapoo sung to the tune of "The Greatest American Hero" theme song.
Believe it or not, there's a bunny in there
She never thought she could eat such good parsleeeeey
Believe it or not she's alive under therrrrre
Ooooh could it beeee, believe it or not it's Bunnyyyyyy.....
Did I mention that we're knee deep in squash season? We blanched and froze about 20 pounds of squash the other night, and I picked this two days later. See our little soybeans in the right front corner?
In case you didn't think this could get any longer, last weekend, we spent three days camping in the mostly pouring rain. It did clear up Sunday morning, and it turned out to be a lovely day. I should have known when I mentioned the potential rain to my mother, and she said something about hoping it wasn't as muddy as Woodstock, and I said that there was no way it would be as muddy as Woodstock, that we'd be in for a dousing. Mind you, since moving to Boulder we have only had one really rainy day, and by late afternoon on that particular day the sun was out. That was about a year ago. So of course when we have been planning for months to camp out in Lyons for Folks Fest, we were due for a soaking. It's a true test of a relationship when you can spend about 48 hours together in a two man tent and actually come out liking each other more. Aside from the fact that rain is generally a good thing around here, I credit it for helping me sleep through the night. When you're camping in such close proximity to others, a little white noise is a tremendous help at drowning out the snoring and farting going on around you.
Here's Dar Williams singing in the rain. By the time Patty Griffin made it on stage, there was so much rain, I didn't dare take the camera out. Her set was the best of the weekend though, and she played a few of my very favorite songs. Greg Brown and Bo Ramsey drove the rain away for a bit on Saturday night, and were just fantastic and hilarious.
We boiled lots of water for tea to keep warm. Thank goodness for the crappy tarp shelter we erected over the tent. We were actually able to move around outside a bit without getting too wet.
To quote our friend Peter, "Thank you, good bye.".
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