Yesterday, I spent the majority of the day in the garden, pulling the weeds that had spread to cover the majority of the real estate available to them. Since the weeds were still quite small, it was an exercise in pinching and pulling, which has left my hands and fingers sore, swollen, and stiff this morning.
But, the results were worth the pain.
Before: (Actually, halfway through, because it didn't occur to me to take a picture before then. The light green carpeting is weeds, allll weeds)
The garden is currently in the stage where it is impossible to imagine that actual vegetables will eventually be available in abundance (fingers crossed), yet I am optimistic that it will be so.
I did harvest some basil, which is growing like crazy, thankyouverymuch, and I used it in my favorite pasta salad, which features tomatoes (which will hopefully also be available from the garden by mid-summer), garlic, olive oil, orecchiette pasta, and perlini mozzarella, and a sprinkle of sea salt. It's simple and summery, and delicious.
I ate the salad on the porch, with a glass of white merlot and a celebrity magazine while enjoying the gorgeous weather. The light scent of roses rode the slight breeze that was blowing, and the hummingbirds whizzed about between my two feeders.
It was a perfect summer evening and the first use of the porch, if you don't count the kids using it for the end-of-school-year slip 'n' slide party, which, I don't.
The weather is gorgeous again today and we are planning a trip to the lake to break in the boat for the season. I'm also planning to break out my paddle board for the first time. Please say a little prayer that I don't look like a total tool, 'k?