1. I have a fondness for feral things. I grow clementines from that one heavily seeded one I found in a box of ‘normals’ last winter (I have something like 20 little 6″ citrus trees right now. Anyone want one?) I tend to root for the coyotes in any interaction with tame things (even when they’re tame things I rather like.) And I find myself completely unwilling to uproot feral tomatoes.
Which would be awesome if ALL my tomatoes were heirlooms. But sadly, most of my most prolific reseeders are sungolds and hybrid sauce tomatoes–which means sometimes the feral ones are awesome, and sometimes they taste like nothing-at-all. I planted about 30 tomatoes this year, but I’d guess that I have closer to 100 plants out there. Three all the way out in my raspberry patch (I’ll bet it’s a sungold, plucked and subsequently dropped by a large bird). Several in the gravel walkways between beds. Dozens coming up randomly in the beds themselves.
I’ll need to do something about this tendency of mine next year, I suspect, lest ALL my planting space be given over to feral tomatoes. But for the moment, I just give those outliers a little water, and let them be. It’s a hard world out there for a tomato plant. No need for me to make it any harder.
2. Email from dream agent which began with (and which first line was all that showed up in my email preview) “My sincere apologies…” And after the world went black from the weight of ALL the dejection in the world settling in a pool in my brain and basically drowning my optic nerves, I read on & realized she was actually apologizing for not having yet gotten around to reading my ms.
Dream agent just got a whole lot dreamier. *sigh* And, damn, I do really hope they like my book. (Though even if they don’t, they’ll STILL be my dream agent based on how considerate today’s email was. Seriously. Agents don’t tend to DO things like that. *sigh*)
3. The kiddo had his first day of preschool ‘camp’ today, and while Real Bunny did not, in the end, stay at home, little boy was also not particularly interested when I came to pick him up–since he was having such a marvelous time he’d just as soon have stayed, thank you very much. I am the proud owner of a lovely macaroni necklace–red because he knows it’s my favorite color (?) The day kind of went downhill from there (Oh, electricians, there’s a REASON I did not want you to be installing the ceiling fan in my son’s room at naptime. Hence my insistence on a morning appointment & my dismay when you insisted I had agreed to a 1pm appointment instead!) but it ended with ‘a million and one kisses, mama,’ as all my best days do.
And as Lilly (of the Purple Plastic Purse) knows, “Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better.”
4. There was a lot of zucchini pulled from the garden over the weekend. Yesterday, in fact, was dedicated entirely to making stuff out of zucchini. Bread, cake, gratin, shredded for winter-baking, roasted. There will be fritters tomorrow, perhaps. Stir fry the day after that. They’re still winning, I think, though I didn’t have the heart to bring in any more after having just cleared my countertop. Anyone want some zucchini? Please? Please?
5. Kiddo’s first day of school-camp also meant I was able to get out of the house for a 40 minute walk/jog this morning. This is something that needs to happen more regularly for my health and happiness. It felt–well, not exactly good. The first day of a new exercise regimen never feels good. But at least it felt virtuous. I’ll settle for virtuous.