I dug up the last of the dahlias, and tackled my first attempt at dividing and storing. The results were not pretty. A bucket full of rejected bulbs (thin, soft, shriveled) stood at my side while a paltry number of possibly productive tubers emerged for labeling. I am thinking I don’t have a storage space to keep them at the recommended 45-50 degrees F. I am thinking could I not be spending my time better? I am thinking I need better tools. After digging and dividing, my fingernails black with compost, for who wants to wear gloves when one is already in the thick of it, I leaned back, and swore to forgo this bit of alchemical puttering in the future. But I loved the way Hamari’s Accord spread its pointy pale yellow blooms, and the Edinburgh kept flowering.
Once again, I am uncertain where I will live in the fall, where I will write.
I distracted myself with bulbs last month. I devoured rare tulip catalogues which offered twelve and twenty-eight dollar specimens which would yield one perfect bloom the first season, and more the following. These are legacy bulbs. I let my pocketbook rule, and opted for handfuls of the lower-priced and popular choices. Intuitively, I wanted to root, lay a semblance of permanence on rented ground. For two years I resisted planting roses thinking I was a temporary boarder at best until I rescued three end of the year throw-aways. This fall, I bought an English Rose, David Austin’s James Galway, dreaming of Gertrude Jekyll and Constance Spry for the summer.
Now the garden will rest, unless I get restless and plant a few more bulbs. I will let it rest as it gathers its strength, with roots growing quietly.
Three kinds of kale arrived at my doorstep, together with a bag of arugula, and two kinds of parsley. A Birthday cornucopia from an unknown well-wisher! I set to washing, and prepping, and with the flat leaf (Russian) kale made a saute with oyster mushrooms, cumin, turmeric, and salt. Later in the week, I will add wheat berries and other grains to create a pilaf, and spice it up with chili pepper and curry leaf.
Three kinds of kale and no one to take credit! Lacinto, known as dinosaur, curly kale, and the aforementioned.
From this website, in addition to learning that eating steamed kale helps lower cholesterol, I found a recipe for braised apples and kale, drizzled with balsamic vinegar.
Is Kalethe New Prozac? asks this website, an article worth reading for the title alone, and the mention of a Harvard journal called Psychosomatic Medicine, which seems an oxymoron at the very least. Yet I admit I am happy to believe that kale can lead to optimism.
Three kinds of Kale and parsley, so a kaling we will go then into this new year! And Thank You, Mysterious Bringer of Greens!